The children's argument that to go on their trip using electronics for help was forbidden was meet with an even harder task of keeping them entertained. The car had been left near the entrance to the wildlife park although Bruce did bring his phone for emergencies. Bruce was forbidden from working on any business, either for the day or night jobs. Instead he would have to instead focus his abilities on keeping them safe from the bears and strange people that roamed the woods.

Bruce had decided to let his sons lead the way as nothing too dangerous could come from the trip and he enjoyed watch them march and pretend to be explorer. Their lack of experience showed as neither of the two noticed how they had been walking in circles and he was forced to mention that it would be better to move to higher ground.

Now it seemed that kids couldn't care less where they were as Dick took it upon himself to teach Tim how to fly across the trees as he saw his staring at the trees.

"Be careful up there! Don't get yourself hurt!" There was no way for him to keep the worry out of his mouth, but the sight before him was not something he had prepared for.

"Remember to hold on tight, Babybird. It will help us stay safer," came the easy motivation from Dick. His confidence bled through his words as he secured his brother on his back.

Tim's long held fear of heights was to be challenged by the one person who feared it the least.

"You won't let go?" came the shy question from the soon to be acrobat.

"Never. I'll hold on to you until you want me to let you go." Dick left no room for either Bruce or Tim to question his devotion to the task and his younger brother held on for his life. Bruce would have preferred for Timothy's first trek into danger to be in the safety of the cave but he knew that any argument from his part would only be met with more resolve in his two sons. Such was life raising two boys keen on showing how independent they could be.

In all honesty the two were on a branch only a few feet higher than Bruce's head and a first aid kit was packed into the luggage but the unseasoned father could not find a way to lower his stress level.

"Here's what we're going to do: You're going to wrap your legs around my hip and do your best to keep your eyes open. I'm gonna jump and land perfectly on Dad who's going to catch us." The assurance in Dick's voice worked wonders on Tim and he wrapped himself around his brother like the koala bear no one had the heart to tell him he wouldn't meet on their trip.

"Ready….one….two….three!"

Despite his best efforts, Tim felt his eyes close as he lost faith in gravity.

Dick, on the other hand, kept his promise to his little brother and landed perfectly on their father.

Bruce knew he had to watch what he feed the boys when his knees collapsed from their collective weight and he found himself on the ground with two bundles of giggling boys.

"That was fun!" stated an excited Timmy. All sense of fear was lost as the boy's flushed face spread into an easy grin. "We went so fast and it didn't hurt at all!" That was only true on two of three accounts. "Again! Again! Lets do it again!"

"Yeah this time we can go even higher!" Being with his younger brother did wonders in reminding him why he loved flying in the first place. The enthusiasm was reminiscent of the circus and it couldn't hurt to enjoy the opportunity before them. "We can pretend to flap our wings like the birds."

Before either of them could try climbing up again two large arms trapped them on the chest they had landed on.

"I don't think so. It's getting pretty late and I think we should set up camp soon, before bears try to come looking for food."

Bruce knew his argument was heavily flawed but at that moment he wanted nothing more than to place the two of them before a flame and keep them safe from what could end up being a dangerous fall. It was times like this that he wondered when he had made the transition into a father and realized how Alfred must have felt when he told him about his intentions to go out at night dressed as a bat to fight crime.

"Plus, aren't you two hungry by now. We haven't eaten since we started our hike and the sooner we find a place to rest the sooner we can eat"

Right on cue he heard two small stomachs rumble at the possibility of food and it seemed that in the excitement the two had forgotten their own hungar.

"What kind of place should we be looking for?" questioned the oldest. His mind completely focused on the need to find food.

"Dick! What have you been looking for the whole time we were here?"

"I was following my instincts but now my hunger has blinded my senses." As dramatic as ever Dick landed softly in the grass next to his father and granted him permission to lead instead, "I have failed in my duties and instead leave the burden to you."

Bruce scoffed at the theatrics that came from the fallen leader but instead of addressing him helped the two up. Tim was busy trying to decipher what his brother had just said without the embarrassment of having to ask for help from his elders. Once he seemed satisfied he the boy ran to the tree and after a quick search came back with a few small ladybugs in his hands.

"Here you go big brother. I don't think they are blind and they can help you feel better! I even got you the pretty insects instead of the scary ones."

"Thank you Tim, but I think Dad could use them more because he's going to lead us from now on." It was hard for him to keep the laughter out of his voice but Tim didn't seem to notice and motivated by the same hunger placed the bugs into his father's pockets.

"Here you go Daddy. Make sure we don't get lost okay?"

With half a dozen ladybugs building a new home for themselves on his jacket, Bruce lead his two kids into a clearing by a small lake. It seemed that the time he spent memorizing the landscape of the park in case of an emergency had come in handy. He would need to remind Alfred of that once he got home. Now the only things left was to set up a camp.

Once understanding the labor involved in pitching up the tents (especially the ones large enough to meet Alfred's high standards) and starting the fire, Dick and Tim came to the conclusion that that kind of work was meant for grown men and dangerous for little children like themselves. Plus, the two of them had just defied death by their harrowing journey down a tree and could not be expected to put even more stress upon themselves. Instead the two sat in the grass of the clearing feeding their new pets and offering words of encouragement.

"We believe in you!"