" The Flight"

By Agena K

This is the second in story fics based around songs. I changed ONE word for the lyrics to make sense. This is a father/ son piece when Dick just came to live at the Manor nothing more.

Bruce was looking out of the window at Wayne Enterprises satellite office in Paris. The meeting with the new French contingency was taking far too long. The boardroom was stuffy, the table barely allowed his legs to stretch underneath. It hardly fit the seven people assigned to the meeting. His phone vibrated he opened it on his lap. There was a text from Alfred: Needed at Home. Dick got into trouble at school. Resting comfortably. Dick hurt? How do I get out of here? "Mr. Wayne?" The chairwoman said. "We are waiting for your response."

"Oh forgive me. No I think the plan is a good one. If you could you give me a copy with the specs I could go over it again at lunch before we all sign this afternoon." That is no problem Mr. Wayne. But we could do the signing tomorrow morning if you would rather take more time to decide.

Bruce stood up. I'm sorry ladies and gentlemen. I appreciate the time we've ad these last few days, but there is a family emergency and I must get back. So If I could have those specs please.

Later as the Wayne jet took off across the Atlantic Bruce relaxed into the leather seats with a seltzer with lime. He had put all his work away and was thinking about how Michael Buble's Song "Home" paralleled his own life as a father with Dick and Son with Alfred. And soon he fell asleep.

And I know why you could not come along with me

Cause this was not your dream

But you always believed in me.

Oh a another winter dayhas come and gone away

In either Pairs or Rome

and I want to go home

I said let me go home

And I'm surrounded by a million people

I still feel alone

Oh let me go home

Oh I miss you, you know

Let me go home,

Cause I've had my run

And Dick I'm done

I've got to go home

oh let me go home

Then his phone rang waking him up. Bruce pulled it from his pocket. "Oh hello Alfred. Bruce looked out the window. Wow! Over the coastline. "Hang on, Alfred. Bruce signaled the steward. Excuse me James, Where are we?"

" We are over New York Mr. Wayne."

"Thank you James."

"We are over New York. But how is Dick?" "He is? Can you put him on?"

Dick I miss you. Work is boring but France is pretty. Next time when it's not in the school year you can come. Yes I'm doing all of my work too. I know it wasn't your fault chum. We'll talk about that when I get home. Bruce looked at his watch it will take probably an hour then another forty-five minutes to get back to Bristol.

Yes I promise no more meetings for a while. Yes we can go to the next Gotham Knight's game as long as Alfred says you are well enough.

Cause it will all be all right.

And I'll be there tonight

I'm coming back home.

I love you Dick. Sleep well. I'll look in on you when I get home.

"Hello Alfred? No. You stay with Dick. I left the Bentley Supersports in the airport hangar remember? Okay I'll see you at home.