I don't own the characters, their backstories, or the song Home. That song is by Phillip Phillips and the rest is by D.C. Comics. This is just a fanfiction based off a song and what I know of the characters. Some of you might be wondering why the lyrics have been deleted. I was recently reported on and cannot use the song lyrics on the story. A disclaimer doesn't cut it either. A group called the eliminators checked my story and saw it was against the rules so I needed to delete the lyrics. Sorry.

Chapter 1: Robin and Bruce

What was he thinking? He couldn't do this. What did Bruce Wayne, the Batman know about kids? Nothing, absolutely nothing. But when he saw what had happened that night he knew that kid needed a home. He needed someone who understood what it was to watch you parents leave their lives behind, leave you behind, what it was like to watch your parents die right in front of your eyes. So Bruce decided to bring the kid home. Imagine his shock when he found out the kid was in Juvie Hall!

Bruce brought Dick home as soon as possible but neither really interacted and when they did it was strange and awkward. They ate breakfast together then Bruce went to work. Then they ate dinner together most nights before Dick went to bed and Bruce went to his other work. Alfred kept Dick company and he and the child grew close. But he realized what it was that the child actually needed.

"Master Bruce, where are you going?"

"Gotham needs the Batman."

"While Master Richard needs a father."

"I can't give him that. I can give him something else he truly needs though. I can bring his parents killer to justice."

"I'm not sure you are correct, Master Bruce." Alfred sighed sensing this argument was over and turned to walk upstairs and through the grandfather clock.

One night as Bruce headed inside from a long night of punching thugs and was getting ready to collapse on the bed he heard a blood-curling scream. It was coming from Dick's room. Bruce put down everything and ran. Was his little boy okay? Was someone attacking the manor? Bruce arrived in the room to see the little boy tossing and turning drenched in sweat. He was having a nightmare.

"Nu! Mami! Tati! Nu!" Dick cried out in his sleep.

Pained by his own memories, Bruce felt tears in his eyes. Why did such a wonderful boy have to suffer such a horrible thing? Bruce picked up Dick in his arms and tried to soothe him.

"Shh.. Shh… Dickie. Your safe. Your home safe in the manor. It'll be fine."

"Bbbbruce?"

"It's okay Dick. Everything's fine. "

"They fell. They fell. Why?"

"It's okay Dickie. Hey look at me. Yes they are gone. But they still are watching over you. They love you just like I do."

"I love you too Bruce."

The little boys whimpering calmed down for a while. Bruce decided to lie down and fell asleep next to his ward. He woke up the next morning with Dick's head on his chest and Bruce's arm around him. Somehow this felt right. Bruce was pretty sure Alfred had pictures by now. He would have to get a copy. Smirking Bruce woke Dick up so they could have breakfast together.