Bruce Wayne, billionaire, playboy never thought in a million years that he would have a son.

Gotham's 'white night' always made appearances to show the city that he was just some rich man, nothing else to him. Tonight he was at the circus with a woman he had picked up. She was a model that was in town for the weekend doing a fashion show. The ring leader of the circus came out announcing the acts as they were coming on. The one that stopped the show, literally, was the Amazing Grayson's. A couple and a young boy. They flew through the air with such grace. Bruce was the first one to stand up when it happened. The man and woman were falling not because one of them missed the bar, no. The cables that held the bar up were falling with them as the small boy watched from up high.

Bruce called Alfred to bring the woman home. He couldn't bring himself to leave. He had seen his parents lives taken before him. This boy had the same dead look he had when he looked in the mirror when it happened to him.

Once Bruce saw commissioner Gordon give the boy the same speech he was given as a small boy his mind was made up.

"Commissioner Gordon." Jim raised his head and looked at none other than Bruce Wayne. This situation was just like his. Jim remembers his first day on the force when he had to comfort the boy who just watched his parents murdered in front of him.

"Bruce. I didn't realize you were here."

Bruce reached his hand out to shake Jims. "Yes, I was in the audience with a friend of mine."

Jim looked over to the boy with such sorrow. "The boy has no one else. The circus can't take him in due to Child Protective Services. He's going to have to go into a group home."

Bruce looked over to the small boy. Watching his parents being murdered crushed him, but he had Alfred while little Richard Grayson had no one.

"I'll take him in." Jim looked over at him in shock.

"Bruce I don't think you understand how things work."

Bruce just laughed. "I donate to CPS every year. I'm sure I can get some strings pulled. Who could know how this boy feels more than someone that was in his shoes less than thirty years ago."

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"Is this really your house, Mr. Wayne?" Richard "Dick" Grayson asked. Alfred had taken all of Dick's things into to his new room. With all of Bruce's money he had no problem getting through the red tape.

"No. It's now your house too." The media has somehow gotten a hold of the information the Bruce Wayne was taking in a ward and had a field day. "Playboy takes in circus kid!" Bruce couldn't just leave Dick in the system. He was that boy once. He also wasn't dumb. He knew that the people that killed Dick's parents would come after him.

The boy looked up at Bruce with sparkling eyes "Really?" He asked incredulously.

"Of course, Dick this is now your home as much as mine." The boy slowly started walking around looking at everything. Bruce couldn't help but watch the boy look around at his surroundings. Alfred had just come back as Bruce's cell phone started to ring. Bruce looked at his phone then at Alfred and Dick. "Excuse me I have to take this." Bruce walked away as Alfred turned to Dick.

"Well Young Master, would you like something to eat?" He asked. Dick watched as Bruce walked away and then continued to follow him with his eyes. "Master Richard?"

"Hmm?" Dick asked finally looking Alfred.

"Would you like something to eat?" Alfred repeated, Dick opened his mouth to respond but his stomach beat him to it. Dick covered his stomach and blushed. "I assume that was a yes. Come follow me to the kitchen then, Master Richard." As Dick was sitting in the kitchen waiting for Alfred to make him food. Bruce finally finished his phone call and entered the kitchen.

"Alfred I have to go to the office. I don't know when I'll be back."

"Of course Master Bruce. Would you like something to eat before you go?" Bruce just shook his head before running out the door. Once food was ready, Dick quietly ate while the butler hurried around the kitchen cleaning up the dishes. Dick felt uncomfortable. He had never been in a house this large. He always lived in a small trailer with his parents. The circus people were always around to play with or he could practice tricks.

Feeling the boys unease Alfred spoke again. "Master Richard if you would like we have a TV you can watch." The boy had never really watched TV. Always being on a train never allowed time for him to watch. Dick decided he could try to watch TV to keep him occupied until Bruce arrived back home. He followed Alfred into a living room with a huge TV.

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Bruce had finally arrived home, only to find the TV on and Dick asleep on the couch. He figured Alfred had left the boy there for Bruce to take care of. So Bruce picked up the sleeping boy, carefully cradling him, and took him to his room. As Bruce was walking up the front stairs Dick spoke.

"Daddy?" Bruce stopped and tensed up. He had never been called Daddy or anything close to it. He wasn't sure what to say he stood a minute and then noticed that Dick was still sleeping. Bruce finally finished walking to the boy's room and softly put the boy down. He tucked Dick in and started to walked when Dick started to turn back and forth violently.

"Mom! Dad! D-don't leave me!" Dick yelled in a broken voice. Bruce ran over to him and grabbed his shoulders.

"Dick, Dick wake up!" Bruce quietly shook Dick to wake him up. Dick sprang up and wrapped his arms around Bruce's neck and cried on his shoulder. Once again Bruce tensed up but then decided to wrap his arms around Dick's small frame and try to comfort him. He stroked Dick's hair while trying to calm him down rocking him back and forth.

"Shh." He whispered. When Dick finally calmed down and stopped crying, Bruce debated in his head whether or not to ask if Dick wanted to talk about the nightmare. "You okay Dick?"

"Y-yeah just a-a n-nightmare."

"Do...do you want to talk about it?"

"No... Not really." Bruce re-tucked Dick in and sat next to him on the bed. Dick nervously fidgeted on the bed deciding if he wanted to talk with his guardian.

"You sure?" Bruce asked again making sure the boy didn't regret not getting this chance to talk with him. The boy nodded. Bruce got up and started to walk out when a small voice called to him.

"Mr. Wayne." Dick called.

"You know Dick you don't have to call me Mr. Wayne, you can call me anything you want." Bruce smiled kindly at him.

"C-can I..." Dick shyly looked away.

"Can you what Dick?"

"Never mind." Bruce nodded and started to walk out. "Wait!" Bruce once again stopped and looked at Dick. Dick uncomfortably fidgeted again. "Would you... would you mind staying with 'till I fall asleep?" Bruce slightly closed the door and sat next to Dick. Bruce sat with Dick for 15 minutes until he heard Dick's breathing shallow. "Can I call you dad?" Dick asked Bruce. He just sat their shocked.

"W-what?"

Dick quietly murmured. "You said not to call you Mr. Wayne."

"Yes, you can." Bruce said answering the question. He heard Dick's breathing shallow once again and knew the boy was asleep. He quietly stood up and opened the door looking at Dick he said. "Goodnight, son." he quietly shut his door and walked to his room. In Dick's room the boy happily smiled, a real smile after weeks of being sad.