Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice. Obviously. Harsh truth.

RE-WRITTEN: 13/07/2017

Chapter 1: Coming Home

"Bwuce?"

Bruce Wayne, the White and Dark Knight of Gotham, playboy billionaire, orphaned and now a father, pauses mid-step on his way to his manor's door and looked down at the tiny boy in his arms. Sleepy, tantalizing baby blues looked back at him.

"Awe we thewe yet?"

Bruce smiled slightly and cradled the boy closer; rocking him softly to make him go back to sleep- God only knows how much the tiny boy needs it.

"Yes, we're here now Dickie. Welcome to your new home." Bruce whispered softly to the boy's ear and resumed walking to his front door. Dick, nod once and clutched Bruce's coat more tightly; practically pressing himself to the man and snuggling deeper in the man's chest and arms. He felt safe in his Bruce's embrace; warm too. This is what probably heaven feels like, the little boy thought sleepily, burying his face in his father's chest.

Bruce felt his heart melt at the sight. He loves his son so much. Dick is the light of his world, his joy and his pride. His precious baby boy. His little prince. His angel. There's nothing in this world he wouldn't give for Dick. He's going to do everything to keep him safe, secure and happy.

Dick is his everything.

Without him, he'll probably fall apart; and there will be no saving him from the darkness this time.

As he neared the front door, he briefly wondered what would have his parents think about Dick. They'll absolutely love him, I just know it, Bruce grins to himself, Dick will probably grow up as a spoiled grandchild with values and manners drilled into him.

Well, he shrugs internally as he's only three steps away from reaching the doors, at least we still both got Alfred. The doors then opened with a flourish, and the sight of his butler is more than welcome to his weary brain and body. Ah, speak of the devil.

Alfred Pennyworth, the ever faithful butler of the Wayne family, gave Bruce a slight curtsey as a greeting and then his eyes almost immediately zeroed in on the tiny bundle in Bruce's arms. He had been waiting and preparing everything all day for this moment, he – his eyes widened in shock as he took in the boy's appearance.

"My word." The words slipped out of the butler's mouth before he even knew it, normally such a sight shouldn't surprise him considering the amount of time he spent video chatting with them. But still, the butler couldn't imagine who could do such a thing to an angel? The tiny, tiny boy looked too small to be six; his black, slightly curly hair was decorated with a golden wreath, he was dressed in a royal blue Grecian- style robes that contrasts with his pale, milky white skin, and golden arm bands were wrapped around his arms, emphasizing how small and fragile looking the young boy is . But perhaps, the most heart wrenching feature of the boy were his eyes, even though they were currently closed, Alfred could see his pale pink eyelids and the long, thick lashes that touches the boy's pink cheeks gently. Oh, he couldn't wait to see them open! The little boy looks like a little Greek prince in his outfit. Alfred felt giddiness flared through him before he got himself in control.

Bruce smiles sheepishly at him. "The Amazons got a little too teary to see him go so… they decided to dress him up just one last time… and I couldn't quite bring myself to deny them…"

Alfred smiles indulgently back at him. "It's alright, Master Bruce. Master Dick looks absolutely adorable."

Bruce chuckles, his breath ruffling Dick's hair and the child shifts slightly in his arms. "Our luggage is in the car's compartment. I'll bring them up; can you please put Dickie in bed?"

"With pleasure." Alfred exclaimed lightly, grinning brightly despite his best efforts not to. Bruce smiles knowingly at him and carefully move Dick to his butler's waiting arms.

Bruce stood back, watching his butler gaze fondly at his son as if it was his real grandson. No, Bruce frowns at his own thoughts, Dick is Alfred's grandchild. No matter what anyone says, both of us know that he is.

There was a warm, loving smile plastered on Alfred's face as he looks down at the sleeping angel cradled in his arms. It's been years since he last held the child, and he was only a tiny babe back then. Now, the child is still tiny, but at least he now got to carry the child whenever he wants. He's going to take good care of this child. Just like what he did to his father. He's going to grow up just like Bruce, minus the recklessness, of course.

The two went up to Bruce's bedroom, with Bruce carrying their luggage upstairs.

"I take it your flight went well." Alfred murmurs to Bruce as they tucked the sleeping angel in the bed. Bruce nods, brushing Dick's hair away from his face before he leans in to kiss his son on his forehead, and removing the golden wreath in the process.

"Yes, it was tiring though." Bruce replied, smirking a little bitterly. "Dick actually got a little restless and it took a while to settle him back down."

Alfred blinks. "It seems like I have to evacuate our most valuable things to a safer place."

Bruce chuckles. "Yes, please do."

Their eyes met and Alfred internally sighed. "I shall prepare a warm bath for you when you come back."

Bruce smiles a little. "Some food too, please, I am quite hungry."

Alfred curtsied, "As you wish, Master Bruce. Please do be careful, your suit is already waiting for you at the Batcave."

Bruce shook his head at his butler's thoughtfulness, "Thanks, Alfred." This is going to be a busy night.

A/N: ...and that's it for Chapter 1, if you remember the previous story well you could tell I altered some details and whatnot to fit the new plot :) Reviews please!