Friday, October 2, 7.3pm, Justice League Med Bay
"He's my dad!" cried a certain bird in the Justice League med bay.
Flashback
Richard Grayson was at home, at his father's home. Bruce has been in the Watchtower ever since lunch for some mission. The boy was doing his English homework in the living room, while Alfred was making dinner in the kitchen.
The familiar noise of the phone shrilling rang through the manor. "I'll get it Alfred!" shouted the thirteen year old. He answered the phone, Alfred beside him.
"Hello, this is Richard Grayson speaking."
"Dick, I'm so sorry. It was Deathstroke." came Superman's worried voice. Richard's eyebrows furrowed. Worry took over him.
"What happened? Where's Bruce?" the boy growled. In the Watchtower, Superman flinched. He put the phone on speaker.
"Where. Is. Bruce?" the boy growled again.
"Dick," came Diana's soothing voice. It didn't help. "We're sorry."
"Cut to the chase. Dinah, Ollie, Barry. What's wrong with Bruce?" Richard asked, as worry and sorrow engulfed him. He knew Black Canary, Green Arrow and Flash were there. He just knew.
"Dick, Bruce was beaten up." Dinah said truthfully.
"And he's in the med bay in the Watchtower." Barry said.
"And on the side note, he's lost a lot of blood." Olliver added.
"Queen, what in the world is wrong with you?!" Dinah punched him in the shoulder. "Oww..." he whined.
Dick gasped. He dropped the phone. "Master Dick, are you alright?" Alfred asked, worried. Dick looked at him, and said, "Bruce."And sprinted to the Batcave.
He pulled on his Robin suit in record time, called Barbara and told her about Bruce. It seems she was equally worried. He stumbled on Batgirl. They appeared at the Watchtower.
"HE'S MY DAD!" He cried in Dinah's arms.
Sucky, I know. But I don't have much time. hehe.. sorry.