Author's Note: Hello again! I finally got this story to upload and I decided to celebrate with another chapter! I apologize if Bruce seems a little off, but I think having Dick with him as softened his personality—not as Batman, of course—but as Bruce. Anyways, please enjoy!

You are not coming, Dick!

Dick punched his pillow for what seemed to be the hundredth time. Bruce's voice kept echoing in his head, infuriating the 13 year old more and more. Who did Bruce think he was? Dick knew the Scarecrow was bad, but c'mon! He had taken on him before and had been able to help Bruce out majorly. And now just because the guy got some new gas, Bruce didn't want him to come. It didn't make any sense!

A knock on his door forced the boy to stop beating up his pillow. He didn't say anything and the door slowly creaked opened, revealing Bruce in a t-shirt and jeans. Dick met his gaze and then angrily looked away, focusing once again on the pillow and continuing his relentless bashing.

"Is that supposed to be me?" Bruce asked cautiously with a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"What do you want?" Dick hissed. "I thought you were going to stop him."

"I am," Bruce replied as he took a step closer to his son. "But I wanted to check on you before I left."

"Well," Dick mumbled. "Here I am. You can go now." Bruce sighed and sat on the bed. Dick kept his eyes strictly on the pillow. There was no way he was going to forgive his father for this.

"Dick," Bruce sighed. "I know you're angry—"

"I'm furious!" Dick clarified. "How could you do this?"

"Dick, I am just trying to look out for you," Bruce informed him. "I know next to nothing about this new fear gas and I can't just let you go out with me and put you in anymore danger than I have to." Dick met his father's gaze and saw what Bruce was trying to say—I don't want you to get hurt because of my carelessness.

"So, you're just going to go after him alone?" Dick questioned. "I could back you up! I could help!" Dick could feel anger and worry boil up in the pit of his stomach. Bruce didn't know what he was going up against and he was going in alone—two things that would surely lead to disaster. Dick had already lost one father and there was no way in hell he was going to allow his second one to go on what appeared to be a suicide mission.

"I'll be fine," Bruce promised; Dick scoffed. Bruce placed a hand on his son's shoulders and leaned in closer. "I'll be fine, ok? I know what I'm doing."

"But I could—"

"Son," Dick's froze. To call him his son was not like Bruce. Sure, Dick knew that Bruce cared for him, but the boy had come to terms with the fact that Bruce was not good at expressing such emotions. Still, Dick couldn't help but feel a little happy to finally receive some attention from his mentor. "I don't want you to get involved in this yet." Father and son stared at each other for a few moments, each looking for some promise in the other's eyes that everything would be alright.

"Okay." Dick replied.

"Okay?" Bruce echoed, surprise coloring his tone. He hadn't thought it would be this easy.

"But if you need help—"

"I'll call," Bruce promised. He got up from the bed and paused in the doorway. "Do you want to stay here or with your team?"

"Alfred probably wants a break," Dick began with a smile. "I'll stay with the team."

"Okay, then," Bruce said, nodding and then began to walk away. "We better get going."

"Bruce?"

He froze outside the door as his son gently added:

"Be careful."

Author's Note: Next chapter, we finally see Young Justice! Please review!