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Bruce listened idly to the board meeting going on. He really didn't find it that interesting. Currently there was a heated debate over the funding of the latest product in transportation, honestly though he hadn't even minded to find out what it was. He was far too busy with his night job or products from his company that were actually important, oh and Dick, he was important too.
He did feel slightly bad for leaving Dick alone on Thanksgiving, though the thought didn't cross his mind too much during the meeting. Dick was a good boy, he didn't seem to get bothered by much, or at least that's what Bruce tried to convince himself. Honestly though he knew that Dick was having a hard time, he had been getting worse over the past few months. Both the boy's psychologist and therapist had contacted Bruce concerned that Dick was beginning to break down again.
When Bruce had first taken in Dick the problems had been immense. He was far underweight, abused by a past foster home, still ruined from his parent's deaths, and he was cutting himself. Bruce had put all of his time into fixing the boy. Well, he had hired people to do that for him at least. Not that Bruce didn't care, honestly the boy was his world, he was everything; but being Bruce Wayne and Batman does not a patient by your side 24/7 kind of father make. Hell, he hadn't even gotten up to ask the kid if he could adopt him. He wanted too, but he knew Dick would probably reject the offer. Besides, they were the dynamic duo; they didn't need to have a father-son thing going on right? Bruce was happy, Dick was happy, and so long as they both kept telling themselves that everything would be fine.
"Um, excuse me? Mr. Wayne sir?"
Bruce turned to the door way at the end of the room. His new assistant, Harriet perhaps, was standing poking her head through the silver double doors, a shy smile shaking on her young face.
"Miss, were in a meeting here. Be a good girl and go get us all some coffee will ya?" Said Mr. Shooker, a business associate of Bruce's who he didn't care for at all. He was an old man, with a balding, grey, head of hair, and clearly an overly healthy appetite.
The assistant tried again, "It's about your son Ri-"
"Ward," Bruce automatically corrected, even if he wished that he didn't have too.
"Oh oh yes of course, your ward Richard. One of your maids called concerned..." she trailed off looking around the room as though she'd rather not explain the situation in front of all the board members.
"Well if that's all miss?" Mr. Shooker asked turning back to the meeting, clearly ready to continue.
Now fully in the room and wringing her hands nervously the girl continued in a hurried ramble. "Well no, um you see, it would appear that Richard has, well um, destroyed the entire Thanksgiving feast, after he had, well, dismissed all of the servants from the house for the night, and uh the maid said he seemed quite distraught."
At this the entire room turned in their chairs, quite a few of them quirking their eyebrows, to Bruce who sat dumbstruck.
"Well," The billionaire began turning back to the members of the board, "it would appear that I must take my leave early and attend to some personal affairs."
With his goodbye he bowed his head ever so slightly before standing and following Harriet out of the room.
"Which maid was this now?" he asked the scrawny lady beside him.
"Um a Mrs. Townsly I believe sir?" Harriet answered hesitantly.
Bruce nodded and thanked her, now more concerned. She was one his more favored maids, and was not one to blow steam over nothing. He quickened his pace through the building and to the parking lot. Thankful that he had chosen today to take the Bugatti for a test run, he got in ready to speed home to check on the situation. Except of course there was traffic, adding an extra 38 minutes to his travel time. Once pulled in and parked he stopped dead. None of the lights were on. Dick, surprisingly enough had a very large irrational fear of the dark. Generally he made a point to keep most of the lights on in the manor. Tonight however the structure loomed over Bruce menacingly, cold and dark.
He sprinted inside, not even bothering to close the doors behind him.
"Dick!" He called out once in the foyer.
There was no response. He continued calling his name as he ran down the halls. Never had his footsteps echoed so loudly, or his voice has such a sharp ring to it. When he got to the dining room his stomach dropped. Dick had indeed destroyed the meal. The table was flipped and the food scattered everywhere. The fire in the fire place was down to the embers that glowed dully. Bruce pushed off of the doorway
"Dick!"
His voice sounded so broken in the echo. He had never felt this way before. He couldn't seem to navigate his way through the dark manor fast enough. Finally he turned down into the hallway that held Dick's bedroom. He paused and staggered back for a moment. He smelled blood. He started again in a full sprint to Dick's room, his ward, his son. He couldn't get their fast enough. The smell was unbearable. He wanted to puke. He threw open the door and nearly did.
Dick sat by the window sill, the moon's light painted his face beautifully. His black hair reflected the glow, and made it shimmer. His skin had never looked fairer in contrast to the angular shadows his face threw on him. His eyes stuck out, vibrant, reaching to Bruce, pulling him in. So blue, so innocent, as he turned his head to Bruce they talked to him in unintelligible whispers. So magnificent they were.
Bruce wanted to faint. His son was so calm; he blended in with his glowing surroundings so effortlessly. All except his eyes. Still beautiful, yet disgusting as the clashed with the pool of blood that the boy sat in. It was a battle between the two, bright red against radiant blue, innocence against pain.
Bruce managed to shake himself out of it, he stepped forward unsure.
"Dickie-"
*Insert dramatic music*
Hmmm should I just kill him off? It's tempting in a way...oorr should I bring in Young Justice somehow? Or neither?
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