A/N I know that Wally and Bruce are probably going to be way over-written in these one shots, but who cares? I know I don't! I don't even care that nobody bothers to review these days.

Okay, so I do care about that. Oh well, we all get lazy and tired sometimes. Just look at me! I hardly ever update with over 700 words these days! OH and I'll switch from using 'Dick' to 'Richard'.

Protective Father

Bruce Wayne trusts Richard to handle most of his enemies as Batman and Robin. But Bruce is still a protective father. Just see what can happen on your average Saturday morning…

"Hey Bruce?" Richard yelled across the hall.

"Yes, Richard? Is something wrong?"

Dick walked into the kitchen, where Bruce was sipping coffee that Alfred had made earlier that day. It was about noon now.

"Nothing's wrong. Just wanted to let you know that a friend is picking me up in a bit," Dick said casually.

Bruce's eyes narrowed slightly, "What friend?"

Before Richard could respond, the door opened, Wally stepping inside. He pecked Dick on the cheek, grinning.

Bruce said, "I didn't know you two were in that kind of relationship."

"Well, uh, I was going to tell you, but… I forgot?" Dick stuttered.

Bruce shook his head. "It's fine, don't worry about it. But I'd like to have a… chat with Wallace."

"Are you sure that's a good-"Bruce gently pushed the raven haired boy out of the room before any more could be said. He shut the door sharply and turned back to Wally.

"So, you and Richard are going on a date?" Bruce said in a deadly calm.

"Yeah…" Wally said, confused.

"There are just a few rules you two need to follow," At Wally's nod, Bruce continued. "Dick must be home by three o'clock, no later."

Wally nodded again. Was that it?

"And when he comes back home, he'd better be safe and sound. Or else I will cut off your limbs and then burn you alive," Bruce said, staring seriously at the redhead in front of him.

Wally paled slightly, but nodded. "Yeah, of course, but it isn't like we're going to fight crime in Gotham on a date!"

Richard chose that moment to come back in the kitchen. "I heard yelling," he said. Then it hit him. "Err… Bruce? What did you threaten Wally?"

Wally rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Luckily, Bruce answered for him, "Let's just say that Wally is… well aware of certain rules and requirements."

Richard nodded. "Alright, well we should get going. The movie is going to start soon."

Wally's earlier happiness returned. He picked Dick up, one arm under his back and the other under his legs. "I can get us there in a flash."

"That reminds me! No physical contact below the eyes!" But the boys were already gone.

Bruce sighed and sat down to finish his coffee.

It was 5:00 in the evening by the time Wally dropped Dick off at Wayne Manor.

After the two teenagers waved and said goodbye, Richard turned around to see an angry Bruce Wayne standing with his arms crossed.

"I clearly told Wally not to take you home any later that three o' clock! That little…" Bruce trailed off as he and Richard walked back inside the gates and into the house.

"So, Richard, why were you and Wally so late?" Bruce asked. It was not until then that he noticed a small cut on the boy's cheek.

"Oh, we got stopped by some thugs on the way out. Had to run before they took our wallets," Richard said.

Bruce clenched his hands into fists. "He let you get hurt?"

Dick rolled his eyes and resumed walking up to his room. Luckily, Bruce did not attempt to follow.

The next morning, Dick was drinking red Kool-Aid on the floor of his room. He scratched and itchy spot on his cheek, which just happened to open up the cut he'd gotten the other day.

Blood slowly dripped from the cut and down Dick's jaw. It stained in small spots on his shirt.

He stood up to go to the bathroom to clean up his face. In doing this, Dick's foot knocked over the Kool-Aid on the ground. The red liquid spread in a puddle across the floor.

"Dang, that's definitely going to leave a stain," Dick thought. Which was more important though? A bleeding cut or a Cool-Aid stain?

Richard proceeded to walk to the bathroom mirror and wipe his face clean. Before he could place a band aid, he heard a voice nearing. It was calling his name.

Forgetting the band aid and walking back cautiously to his room, Dick asked unsurely, "Bruce? Is that you?"

Bruce immediately grabbed his adopted son's shoulders and looked him over for any large wounds. After a minute of inspection, Bruce said, "No great injuries. What happened?"

"The cut on my cheek opened up I guess. It had starting bleeding, so I went to clean it up. But, I kind of knocked the glass over," Richard said nervously.

Bruce sighed, "Be more careful, then. I thought someone had hurt you."

"Oh, uh, okay…" Richard said, trailing off awkwardly.

"Anyway, you should go clean out that stain. I doubt Alfred would be too pleased to find that on your bedroom floor," Bruce said.

Dick nodded and went to find the paper towels and carpet cleanser. He didn't get very far after he found the items before hearing Alfred's voice call out to him, "Master Richard, it would be a good idea if you put a band aid on that cut before blood drips onto the floor."

Richard nearly dropped what he was holding. 'Oh yeah… '