A/N: Just a short one-shot of Dick not long after he arrives at Wayne Manor.

DICLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!

French Fries and Chocolate Milkshakes

Dick sniffled, raising his arm to wipe his running nose with his sleeve. Bruce sat next to him on the bed in Dick's room in Wayne Manor. The manor had only been Dick's home for three weeks, and the eight year old was not yet adjusted to his new life. The death of his parents haunted him every night, and the young boy often woke screaming horribly before descending into shuddering sobs. When Bruce heard him, he would run in and take Dick in his arms, hugging him until the crying stopped and the child was once again asleep. Fortunately, the nightmares only happened when the billionaire was at home.

Tonight was one of the worst nights yet. Although the sobbing had stopped a few minutes ago, tears were still falling down Dick's face. When Bruce had run in to find Dick screaming, he had immediately gathered the boy in his arms and rocked him gently, talking to him softly in Dick's native Romani. Once the sobs had stopped, Bruce had sat Dick down and rubbed his back as Dick slowly regained control of his emotions.

"B—Bruce?"

The billionaire was almost surprised to hear his ward speak. "Yes, Dick?"

"Could I have something to eat?" Dick stumbled over his words, his strong emotions making it harder for the still slightly unfamiliar English to come. Bruce admired him for trying so hard.

"Of, course," Bruce replied gently. "What would you like?"

"French fries," Dick responded immediately, "and a chocolate milkshake."

Bruce chuckled to himself. "Alright," he said picking Dick up. "Let's go down to the kitchen." He glanced at the clock. It was still early in the morning, but Alfred would probably be up already anyways. Bruce carried Dick downstairs and into the kitchen to find Alfred getting ready to prepare breakfast.

"Master Bruce, Master Dick, I did not expect you to be up so early," Alfred greeted the pair when they entered the kitchen. The butler set a container of flour on the counter.

"Dick had another nightmare," Bruce explained. "He has a rather… unusual breakfast request."

"And what might that be, sir?" Alfred inquired.

"You can tell him, Dick," Bruce said softly. Dick shook his head and buried his face in Bruce's shoulder. The young acrobat was still slightly uncomfortable around the British butler. Bruce looked at Dick's hair and then back at Alfred. "Dick wanted french fries and a chocolate milkshake."

"That is a rather… different breakfast, sir," Alfred commented.

"Could you still make it?" Bruce asked. "Dick needs a little bit of a pick-me-up after his dream."

Alfred nodded and went to work making the family's highly unusual breakfast. When the food was done a few minutes later, Alfred placed it in front of Bruce and Dick. Dick's face lit up instantly. He grabbed a fry and stuck it in the shake before pulling it out and shoving it in his mouth.

"Master Dick—!" Alfred began to protest, but Bruce cut him off.

"What are you doing, Dick?" Bruce asked quietly.

Dick froze, chocolate covered fry halfway to his mouth. He slowly lowered it to his plate. "Sorry, Bruce," he said quietly. Tears were again forming in his eyes. He glanced up, and when he saw that Bruce didn't appear angry, he continued. "Tati and I used to do this after every show," Dick explained.

"Go ahead," Bruce said, and Dick picked up the fry and ate it.

"You should try it too," Dick said quietly after a few minutes.

Bruce looked at him for a moment before shrugging. He picked up one of his fries and dipped it in his milkshake before eating it. Surprisingly, it was quite good. He ate another and took note of the growing smile of Dick's face.

"You like it?" The smile on his face told Bruce Dick already knew the answer.

A/N: What do you guys think? R and R please! And let me know if you have any ideas for one-shots involving any member/s of the Batfamily!

~Red~