A.N. I'm touched that a lot of people reviewed and gave me encouraging advice, especially thankful to MofR for being my Beta and fixing my mistakes.
I had a request for Dick having a nightmare chapter, good idea but I feel like I've read too many of those to make it original, so I decided to hold off on it for a while. This chapter will be a Robin on his first official night as Batman's partner patrolling Gotham.
Important: Dick is like six in a half b/c I want him to be, if you think that's too young for Batman to let Richard go out on patrol deal with it.
Disclaimer: Still don't own Young Justice or Justice League. (Sad but true)
Chapter 1: Daddy can I?
"Do you remember what to do if anyone catches you?" asked Batman as he helped his son get dressed into his Robin suit.
"Push the button on my belt and it'll shock whoever is holding me," replied the little six-year-old, pointing at his belt. "And if, for whatever reason I get caught… Use the radio and call for Alfred to get help, and if that doesn't work then call Commissioner Gordon, right Daddy?"
"Right," confirmed Batman, finishing fastening the black and yellow cape onto Robin. The little bird was brimming with excitement. It was going to be his first official night as Batman's partner.
"How do I look?" asked Dick, turning around in a circle to show off his hero costume.
Batman smiled softly and said: "Ready to fight crime." Which was true. Now Batman had updated the first outfit Dick had made from green panties and little pixy boots to the red and black suit with the little boots that made Robin look so cute.
"Daddy, why couldn't I wear my old costume with the nice colors?" Batman hesitated just for a fraction of a second. He couldn't tell him that it was because if any pervert paedophile saw him like that they would kidnap him and… well Batman didn't even want to think about what would happen then.
So he said: "It didn't have enough armour to protect you properly." That was a believable excuse, wasn't it?
Robin just thought for a moment and with a smile he said: "That's true, but I still liked the colours."
Batman held in his sigh of relief and picked Robin up and placed him in the front seat of the Bat-mobile. He made sure to strap him in nice and secure but not too tight to choke him. Robin just kicked his legs back and forth playfully till he remembered something. "Daddy, wait!" cried little Robin suddenly. "I almost forgot my backpack."
Batman looked over at where he was pointing and saw the 'hello kitty' backpack that was stored on his chair by the Bat computer. Batman went to retrieve it for him and took a look inside. In it were a box of crayons, a notebook of blank paper, two apple juice carts, packed salty crackers and a little sack of what he assumed were his sons marbles.
He brought it over and handed it to Robin who placed it right under his seat. "I see you only packed the essentials," said Batman with a slight smirk as he took his place in the driver seat and started the engine.
"Alfred said I should take a snack to keep my strength up," replied Robin with a happy tone.
"You don't think that two juices are too much sugar for you? You know how it can make you sick sometimes," questioned the Bat as they drove into the city at fast speed, but for Batman he was taking it relatively slower than usual.
"No, silly, one for me and one for you!" exclaimed Robin with a little giggle that made his blue eyes seem to sparkle.
'This child is going to kill me with cuteness' thought the Dark Knight.
"Daddy look!" said Robin as he pointed to the sky in excitement. The Bat signal lit up the cloudy sky and Batman made a course change to the police prescient. "Are we goanna see the commissioner? Are we goanna catch a bad guy? Will it be a supper villain?" asked Robin excitedly, barely giving his father a chance to answer.
When they were a few blocks away, Batman drove into a well-hidden ally where he knew no one would cross by and parked the car behind some crates. He didn't make any move to get out of the car so Robin just looked at him expectantly with those big baby blues that could make glaciers melt.
Batman faced his son and said in a serious, yet gentile, tone: "I know you want to fight with me son, but there are some dangers that I feel are going to be too much for you to be in."
Dick was confused; did his daddy not want him to come along? Was he just being a bother?
Before he could voice his concerns Batman unfastened his seatbelts and enveloped Dick into a tight hug. Dick could feel his daddy's heartbeat through the armor and felt how strong and fast it was. Batman continued by saying: "I want you to be sure this is what you want to do; you don't have to prove anything to me."
Hearing this Dick nuzzled his father's chest and in a soft voice said: "I want to do this, Daddy. Not just for you or me… I don't want any more people to hurt like me… like us." He looked up to Bruce trying to hold back tears; he was surprised to see the clear liquid of tears in the older man's eyes as well.
Batman stroked the little boys hair and gave him a kiss on his forehead. "Ready to make your debut, Robin?" he asked as he handed him a domino mask and watched as Robin put it on and said: "Let's go kick bad guy butt!" Batman couldn't help but give a short laugh at how adorable that sounded.
With that they exited the car and used their grappling hooks to scale a building. Batman led the way with Robin keeping up with him step for step, jump for jump. Robin even did a few flips and at the long jumps he was able to glide through them easily. If Batman didn't know better he could swear that Robin could actually fly like a certain Kryptonian he knew.
They landed quietly on the rooftop of the precinct, right in the shadows. Batman held his cape open and Robin instinctively crawled in. Robin knew that his father wanted to make sure that things were secure before introducing him. He latched on to his father's leg. His head barely making it to his father's thigh and placed both of his tiny feet onto Batman's big one.
Batman walked out of the shadows silently without even making the slightest of odd movements that would indicate anyone riding on his leg. His cape was long enough to conceal Robin easily, and Robin was so light that he didn't feel any extra weight that made him drag his leg.
"What seems to be the trouble Commissioner?" asked Batman as he finally made his presence known, causing Gordon and a few other cops that were with him to jump in surprise.
Gordon whipped around fast and with his hand over his heart asked in a startled tone: "Would you mind not doing that to an aging man?"
Robin covered his mouth so he wouldn't giggle.
"Apologize Commissioner," replied Batman in his monotone Bat voice. Gordon just shook his head mumbling something about getting a hearing aid while a beat cop handed him a file. He pulled out some papers and handed them to Batman.
"There have been a string of robberies this past month," he explained. While Batman and Gordon talked Robin listened patiently, or as patiently as a six-year-old could. He got bored after two minutes of briefing and questions. With one hand still clinging to his daddy's leg, he slipped his 'hello-kitty' backpack to his chest and took out his juice box without making a sound.
He slipped it back just as easily and started to drink his apple juice happily. Suddenly without warning he hiccupped. All sound from outside of that cape stopped momentarily. Covering is mouth, with the back of his hand that was still holding the juice box, the little bird hoped desperately that he hadn't messed things up.
He heard the commissioner in a hesitant tone ask: "Th-that wasn't you, right?"
Batman just gave Gordon a blank look and Gordon continued with what he was saying before, while some of the other guys were trying to figure out who hiccupped. 'Not me' was heard from the cops that were asking each other; 'I didn't do it.'
Robin held his breath and hoped that there would be no more hiccups. Just when he thought it was safe he hiccupped again and this time louder. This time Gordon and the other cops were on alert.
"Okay, who was that?" questioned Gordon, wondering if they were being spied on. Some cops had their guns drawn and started looking for the hiccupping spy. "Batman, is there a spy on this rooftop that we haven't been aware of?" asked Gordon.
"No spy commissioner, but rather an ally," Batman said and parted his cape slightly and said: "You can come out now." This was said in a gentle tone that the commissioner had never heard Batman use before.
As if by magic little Robin stepped out from under Batman's cape. Batman's hand holding onto one of his little ones and the other Robin still had his juice box. "Sorry, Daddy, I couldn't hold my hiccups," said the little boy in a sad tone.
Batman just placed his big hand on the child's head and said: "Commissioner Gordon, I'd like you to meet my son, Robin."
Robin beamed proudly and waving his little hand at Gordon said: "Hi!" in a chirping voice that reminded Gordon of little bells. At the sight of Robin a lot of the cops were in a frenzy of whispers. 'He has a kid?' 'I didn't know he could,' 'Wait why is he a bird and not a bat?'
At this Batman turned his neck to the small group of cops and gave them a steady glare and they instantly shut up. "You have a son…" It came out as a statement more than a question. Gordon just kept looking at Robin, wondering if this was some sort of prank. Did the Dark Knight even have a sense of humor?
"I do," replied Batman.
"And he's going to help you from now on?"
"He will."
"Okay, I've had enough of this!" a rather big cop that was on the left of the group cried out. "Commissioner you have to do something; this is child endangerment. He's going to get the kid killed!"
"He has a point Batman, endangering your own life is one thing but a child's is crossing the line."
At this Robin could stay silent no longer. So, with a determined look and in a strong albeit cute tone, he said: "I know how to fight better than probably all of you put together! And Daddy never puts me in danger, I go cause I want to, so 'nyuh'!" said Robin, sticking his tongue out at the big cop that made the first comment.
"Despite his age, Robin is a very skilled fighter. He has been trained for practically his whole life and in a fight will not be easy to defeat," informed Batman.
"You got to be kidding me! He's a baby; he'll get his neck snapped by a common thug."
Robin looked up to his father and with his eyes asked: 'Daddy can I?'
At this Batman nodded and with a smile Robin stepped away from his father and went up to the big man that insisted he was weak. Robin stopped in front of him and said in a kind voice: "I'm gonna kick your butt now."
The man looked down at Robin – this two and a half foot nothing little kid – and laughed like a hyena. "Let's see you try," said the man holding his ground.
Robin just smiled and jumped high up in the air cross kicking the guy right in the face. There was a sick snap and the cop was yelling and holding his nose as blood poured out of it. With a furious yell he lunged for Robin. The little acrobat dogged and flipped out of the way as he kicked the back of the cops knees making him fall with a heavy thud. This only made the man angrier as he tried to get up and grab the little bird, but Robin flipped out of reach and with a roundhouse kick, knocked the guy out cold.
Everyone was dead silent, that is until Robin's stomach made a growling sound. Robin rubbed his tummy with both hands and said: "I'm all rumbly in my tumbly." He turned and walked back to Batman and asked with some blood still on his cute little face from the spray back of the cop and asked: "Daddy can we get some ice-cream after this?"
Using his cape to clean of the blood from on top of his son's nose he said: "After we finish here Robin." And with that Robin once again crawled into his father's cape and presumably disappeared. "Is there anything else commissioner?"
Gordon, with wide eyes, just shook his head and said: "Best of luck, both of you."
A little 'Thank you' was heard from beneath the cape. Batman disappeared into the shadows and tried to think of which ice-cream parlors were still open.
