Welcome to my new story! In this story Dick is about 20. I don't have much to say, enjoy!
Bruce limped over to the medical table groaning as he lay down, due to the fact he had a bullet lodged into his abdomen. His trusty butler and friend was getting on gloves and was preparing to take the bullet out.
Bruce's eyes were flickering underneath the lids and his body was trying to go into shock due to multiple broken ribs, long, deep scratches along his body, dislocated arm and the bullet that still remained. He had run into Killer Croc after a day of patrolling, and managed to get away but caught a stray bullet from a lucky cop. He had barely managed to get his shirt off before he collapsed from exhaustion and pain.
"Master Bruce, this is going to hurt I'm afraid." Alfred gave a word of warning before using his tweezers to reach into Bruce's wound.
Bruce gritted his teeth and slammed a fist down onto the table in pain, hissing as Alfred prodded the hole.
"I'm sorry; it's stuck in your stomach pretty tightly." Alfred struggled to keep his face impassive, as more blood seeped out.
The sound of the cave door opening made Alfred stop, stock still, and look toward the door.
"Alfred! I got a call from Bruce earlier he sounded-"Dick came rushing into the cave with a concerned look on his young face.
Sighing, the old butler cut him off," Richard, get me sterile bandages, hot water and alcohol." When the young man hesitated Alfred shouted," NOW!"
Bruce groaned and his eyes started rolling back into his head," Bruce! I need you awake!" Alfred's commanding voice shocked Bruce awake.
"Ah, God. Alfred, this hurts like hell…" He moaned in pain, while Dick started to bring the supplies to Alfred.
"Bruce?" His son asked, fear lacing his voice.
Turning his head to see his son, Bruce reached out to grab his son's hand with his good arm," Dick, I'm gonna be okay, it's gonna be fi-" His sentence was cut off as a scream ripped from his throat, due to the bullet being pulled from his body. After the bullet was gone his eyes rolled back, and his body relaxed.
Alfred took a shaky step back, his hands covered in blood as he held a small piece of metal in his hands," I got it out, but he's not out of the woods yet. One of his broken ribs is about to pierce his lung, and the claw wounds might get infected. "
Dick took a seat next to the table, and ran a shaky hand through his jet black hair; he was still in his Nightwing suit, because he just got back from patrol.
"Richard, I can't do much more for Bruce at the moment, he's not stable enough, so while we wait, how about you go change out of your uniform." Alfred sat down and kept a nervous eye on Bruce.
Dick walked out numbly to go change into normal clothes and was back in a few minutes.
"How's he doing?" He asked Alfred as he rushed to Bruce's side.
The butler gave a wry smile," You were gone for just three minutes Richard, I doubt that his condition change in that amount of time."
It was about 30 nerve wracking minutes before Bruce finally stirred from his sleep.
"Alfred?" They both turned at the sound of Bruce's weak, whispered voice.
Dick rushed over and put his arms tightly around his father," Oh my God, Bruce."
The older man groaned and flinched when his son hugged him," Dick, not so tight. I'm pretty sure I've broken some ribs."
Alfred quickly came over and started lightly pressing on Bruce's abdomen," Tell me where you feel the most pain, I need to know which ribs you broke." After a few seconds Bruce cried out in pain when Alfred applied pressure.
"Richard, had me the bandages, I need to wrap Master Bruce's ribs." Dick handed them to him," Master Bruce, I need you to sit up so I can wrap this around your ribs."
Dick reached down to help his father sit up, Bruce groaning the entire way up in pain.
"Now, after this I am going to sew up the bullet wound and see if any of the claw gouges need to be stitched. Would you like for me to put you under while I do that?" Alfred asked while winding the bandages around Bruce's ribs.
"No, I'll be okay." He said through gritted teeth.
Alfred finished wrapping the bandage and turned to Dick," Get me a sterile needle and thread. We need to get this done as soon as possible so Bruce can rest." Dick gently laid his father back on the table and went to go get what Alfred needed.
"Alfred," Bruce said when his son left," Killer Croc is still out there, and he needs to be taken down. Can you tell Dick to go and make sure he has been taken by the police? He needs to get his mind off me."
His loyal butler nodded, and started hooking up Bruce to an IV pole.
When Dick came back he gave a clean needle and thread to the older man," Here"
"Okay, Bruce get ready. I'm going to seal up the bullet would first, be prepared this is going to hurt."
"I know damn well Alfred. Get on with it." Bruce growled, tensing up as the needle pierced his skin.
While his swift hands moved Alfred talked to Dick," Richard, you need to go."
"What?" The young man asked.
"You need to go and make sure Killer Croc has been apprehended." Alfred quickly responded.
Dick stuttered," N-no! I'm not leaving Bruce here, and-and you might need me!"
"Dick! People's lives could be at stake, now stop being selfish and get out there!" Bruce snapped, pain causing his words to be harsher than normal.
His son stared, and then ran to change into his uniform.
After Bruce was finished getting sewn up he collapsed against the table, chest heaving. Alfred put his bloody needle up, and washed his hands of Bruce's sticky blood, and promptly sat down with an exhausted sigh.
"Alfred?" Bruce breathed.
"Yes, Master Bruce?" He responded with a heavy voice.
"What would I do without you?"
"Well, to start off, you would have had to take the bullet out yourself." The butler gave a small smile and grasped Bruce's hand fondly.
I hope you enjoyed this little chapter! I plan on making this story a few chapters long, each chapter standing alone, each chapter focusing on Alfred being awesome and saving the Bat Family's lives over and over again. Be sure to review and favourite if you want to get alerts when I update! Buh-Bye!