"Mater Richard was asleep sir, should I wake him or let him be?" The butler asked returning to the dinning table.

"Let him be, he will wake up when he's hungry," Bruce said not removing his eyes from the newspaper in front of him.

TTT

The room was cold and dark. It was late. Much later than when Dick last remembered. Slowly he rolled to his side "2:30" the small alarm clock read. He sat straight up looking down to his legs. His pants were still on. He looked at his hands, one glove was on, the other was not. Jumping off the bed he ran to his door.

Just as he suspected a fairly large dent was left in the wall and his glove was lying on the ground below it. He looked back to his bed, it was perfectly made the only sign that it had been used was the slight imprint of where he had been laying. That was weird he was sure that Wally and him would have messed up the bed. Wally… Where was he? Dick turned back to the door it was unlocked.

Did Wally really just leave? What a jerk… Then Dick threw his head back and groaned. Was it real? "No you idiot it was another vision," Dick growled at himself as he marched back to his bed. He sat down at the foot of his bed resting his elbows on his knees and placing his face in his hands. Dick stared at the floor wondering why on earth these things kept happening to him. And it wasn't like they were getting any better either, if anything they were getting worse. Much worse.

This was the second thing that had happened in one day. And it was detailed and big, not like what they had been in the beginning. These visions that were happening now were so realistic not only did they look real, they felt real too. He wondered what was really going on around him when these things happened to him or he saw what he did. Or like this last one with Wally, what really happened?

Dick was snapped out of thought by the padding of footsteps from the hallway near his room. Bruce. In an instant Dick spun around and dove to the head of the bed. He then curled up to a sleeping position just before the door opened. Dick did what he could to appear asleep, but in reality he had his eye closest to the bed peering to the wall in front of him.

Bruce padded into the room and looked at the younger boy "asleep" on his bed. He was still in his uniform, but he was missing one glove. Then Bruce spotted it a few feet in front of the boy's bed. Bruce looked to the wall next to the door and sure enough a new dent imprinted the wall. The man sighed as he walked into the room and sat on the bed his back facing Dicks'.

"I know you're awake," Bruce whispered looking at the wall ahead of him.

Dick hated Bruce for being Gotham's best detective at that moment. Of course he knew Dick was awake! So what was he to do role over and talk to the man? What did he want to talk about anyway? Dick just decided to lay still, he slightly acknowledged the man by breathing a little heavier but other then that he didn't utter a single word.

"Dick, I have been looking at the missions you have been on in the past few months and I really don't understand what has gotten into you," Bruce stated obvious concern in his voice. He continued, "It is like something is bothering you, or almost infecting you in a way. The decisions you are making… They just aren't you. Dick I'm worried about you."

The younger boy felt as Bruce laid one of his hands on the boy's shoulder. Dick could feel the concern that the man had for him and the fatherly side of Bruce was coming out. Bruce looked at the boy knowing that he was probably very angry not only with Bruce but with himself as well. Bruce sighed and stood up.

"I know we will figure this out," Bruce mumbled as he left the room closing the door behind him.

Once he was sure that Bruce was gone Dick sat up and stared at the room around him. He breathed a deep breath in and then with no control what so ever he breathed out and started to cry. He didn't just cry he sobbed and sobbed. He had no idea why he was crying, he just did.

"Shhh don't cry baby bird," a sweet voice hummed from Dick's side where Bruce had been sitting earlier. Dick jumped a little as he turned and looked through teary eyes at his mother sitting on his bed next to him.

"Mom?!" Dick asked stunned wiping his eyes and staring at her.

"Of course sweetie," She smiled at him and held her arms open to him. Dick gladly dove into her open arms and rested his chin on her shoulder. "I can't believe how much you've grown." His mom lightly stroked his black hair and held him tightly to her chest.

"I've missed you," Dick sighed as he sniffed her sweet hair and tightened his grip around her.

"I have too baby." She pulled him away slightly and looked into his deep blue eyes. "Your father and I are so proud of you." She laid him down lightly in the bed and pulled the sheets up and around him.

The last thing Dick saw was his mother kissing him lightly on the forehead before she faded as Dick's world went dark. Again.