A/N: I was watching an episode of Batman: The Animated Series entitled "Blind as a Bat". While I was watching, a plot idea popped in my head and I just had to write it down. I'll be updating my other fanfics sometime soon. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this.

Blind as a Bat
BruceDiana

Chapter 1

Batman tried to maneuver the Batplane that was about to crash. He was thankful for the open field where he could make an emergency landing. His left wing was already on fire and the other was hanging on a balance.

He firmly gripped the steering wheel, the blaring sound of the alarm ringing in his head. He took off his cowl when he could no longer stand the heat.

His eyes drifted to the left wing and suddenly, the wing exploded causing Batman to scream in pain.

Superman eyed the Batplane that flew downwards in a circular motion. He realized that it was the Batplane. He flew in haste and gripped the bottom of the plane with both hands. Firmly lading his feet on the ground, he tried to put the plane on the ground.

His feet halted, trying his best to stop as he felt the friction run through his body. Once his feet managed to stop, he placed the plane on the ground, blowing off the remaining fire with his powerful breath.

Opening the hatch with his hands, Superman clutched the unconscious Batman sans his cowl sitting in the cockpit. Taking him in his arms, Batman groaned and spoke, "Get me to Gotham now."

Superman shook his head, "I can get you to the infirmary fast."

"No," Batman exclaimed. "Take me to Gotham and tell Alfred to call Leslie immediately."

"Why? We have doctors back in the tower," Superman spoke worriedly.

"No, I don't want them to know that I've gone blind," When Bruce opened his eyes, Superman gazed at him in shock. His eyes looked as though they were cloudy and expressionless.

Superman rushed to Gotham and swooped down to the secret entrance of the Batcave once he arrived at Wayne Manor.

Alfred rushed to them the moment Superman landed with Bruce still in his arms.

"What happened, Master Clark?" Alfred asked worriedly.

"I'll explain later, Alfred," Superman said in haste as he let Bruce sit on one of the medical beds, "Bruce wants you to call someone named Leslie immediately."

Alfred nodded and rushed back to the manor.

"Go back and help the others," Bruce spoke, wincing in pain when he tried to move.

"No, I won't leave you until Alfred gets back," Superman glanced at him.

"I'll be fine," Bruce spoke as he took off his belt with one hand.

Alfred returned to the cave after a few minutes and gazed at Bruce. "What happened, Master Bruce?"

"I'm blind, Alfred," Bruce replied in a straightforward manner.

Alfred remained mum, not knowing what to say.

"I caught the burning plane and landed it safely before he could crash," Superman interjected when the silence fell.

Alfred took a few steps forward, "What do you remember, Master Bruce?"

"I took off my cowl after feeling too hot from the heat of the plane. When I checked on the burning wing, it suddenly exploded in my face," Bruce covered his face with one hand.

"Leslie is on her way," Alfred remained silent, glancing at Superman who looked worried.

"Go back and help them, Kent," Bruce said in his usual forceful tone.

Alfred nodded, "Thank you, Master Clark. You may return now. Dr. Thompkins will take care of Master Bruce."

"Don't tell anyone what has happened to me," Superman heard Bruce's baritone voice echo in the cave.

"I won't, Bruce. Not even Diana," He replied without looking back.

Superman nodded before flying out of the cave.

Dr. Leslie Thompkins finished wrapping a bandage around Bruce's eyes, making sure that it was not too tight, but remained comfortable for him.

"Thankfully, it's only temporary, Bruce," Leslie said in a soft but stern voice, "it may last for about two to three days at most." She turned around to grab something from her medical bag, "Assuming that you follow all of my instructions for a change," she said in a sarcastic but stern voice.

"What happened?" Bruce wondered, sitting down on a couch in the living room of the manor.

"It seems to me that the explosion flash-burned both of your retinas," putting a pair of black sunglasses on Bruce, "it would feel better if we keep your eyes completely covered for at least 36 hours."

Closing her medical bag shut, she emphasized, "Otherwise, you will permanently damage your vision," glancing at Alfred, she spoke, "So keep him at home, Alfred, even if you have to hog tie him. He needs to rest." Without looking back, she added, "Which means, the Batman is off-duty too."

Bruce pounded his fist on the armchair, "No way, Leslie. Gotham needs Batman. Crime doesn't rest and neither should I."

Leslie looked back at him, "Don't be foolish, Bruce. Let Dick and the others take care of it. If you want to get back on the streets, take your damn rest." She gave him a glare before shutting the door.

Alfred cleared his throat, "If you have questions or violent reactions in your head, I urge you resolve it straight away."

"Nothing can stop me. Not even a little inconvenience is going to stop me," Standing up, he raised up his arms in front of him, hitting a lamp in front of him.

"Indeed," Alfred replied with a roll of his eyes.