Raising Robin
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A/N: Well Young Justice is back and so Am I
Chapter Two: Waking In Wayne Manor
Dick Grayson's head is swimming. He has an aching pain in his temples that radiates to the back of his neck. Dick doesn't want to open his eyes because they feel too heavy. Everything is completely fuzzy and…warm. God he hasn't felt warm since his parent's died. It makes him wonder if he's dead…
"Well I'm glad you found him Bruce," A deep voice that Dick is certain he knows say. The second person, Bruce apparently, speaks next.
"I was visiting my parent's grave and he was there," 'Bruce' says. "It was luck really." That's not right, Dick thinks. Batman found him, not someone named Bruce.
"Jim," Bruce says. "Someone who's been though what Richard has shouldn't have to stay at a horrid place like that detention center. If it's alright he can stay here." Richard listens intently to what comes next.
"I agree," Gordon says. "I was disgusted that he was allowed to be place with criminals. If you're willing to take him in I would sleep much better at night."
"Then he'll stay here," Bruce says. "G'night Jim."
"Call me and tell me how he is in the morning," Gordon says clapping Bruce on the shoulder. "Good Night Bruce."
Dick lays with his eyes shut wondering if he really doesn't have to go back to the detention center. it seems too good to be true. Of course he doesn't know who 'Bruce' is, but he guess if Batman brought him here the man has to be good. But Dick doesn't like Batman anymore.
He uses to like Batman a lot. Papa would read about all the superheroes in the newspaper and Batman was always Dick's favorite. Sure Superman seemed like the nicest, but Batman never shows off. He just saves people with no glory. But batman isn't a hero, because he didn't save his parents. They died in Gotham, BATMAN'S city, and he didn't. He didn't save them. They are dead and Dick is alone.
Despite the fact that his eyes are squeezed shut Dick can feel tears slip from the corners of his eyes. He's alone now. No mama, no papa. Small sobs slip out of his clenched mouth. He's fighting back a deep sobbing, fit.
Dick feels himself spiraling into a void of pure loneliness but that stops when a hand brushes his bangs aside and touches his forehead. At first he wants to panic and push it away until he realizes it's just someone feeling for a fever.
"Oh dear," an accented voice, British Dick thinks, chides. "Fever's still high." Dick finally forces his eyes open and finds himself staring at an elderly man. He is dressed in a fine suit with gloves, like a butler. Dick didn't even know Butlers were in real life, he always thought they were just in books and movies. Dick just stares at the man in confusion.
"Master Richard," the man says. "I'm glad to see you're awake. I am Alfred Pennyworth, I work for Mr. Wayne."
"A-are you a butler," Dick's voice is raspy and his throat hurts. Alfred smiles warmly, it makes Dick feel strangely safer. He likes his man.
"Who is Bruce," Dick asks, feeling comfortable enough with Alfred to inquire. The elderly man smiles.
"Bruce Wayne," Alfred says. "You met him once before, I believe." Dick's blue eyes go wide as the memory returns. Bruce Wayne was at his parent's funeral. His circus family said Mr. Wayne had paid for the Funeral.
"Is he going to send me back to the detention Center," Dick asks nervously.
"Mr. Wayne was," Alfred stops when the door to dark room opens slightly and a man steps in. it is a tall, dark haired man. He is huge. Not fat huge, Dick thinks, but strong huge. He seems as nervous as Dick feels.
"I had intended," the man, Dick recognizes him as Mr. Wayne, starts. "For you to live here if you wish." Dick blinks. He isn't sure if he wants to stay here. This room is so big, it's kind of scary and it doesn't feel like a home at all. But he likes Alfred and he really doesn't want to go back to the detention center, not at all.
"I would like that," Dick says. He feels weirdly tried now and let's his eyes fall shut.
"God night Richard," Bruce says lightly. Both men walk out of the room and head to the grandfather clock.
"Well seems like we've gained a member of our tiny family," Alfred muses. "How do you feel sir."
"I haven't felt this confused as of what to do since my secretary tried explaining Jersey Shores to me," Bruce mutters. "But someone had to save him." Alfred clears his throat.
"I hope you realize it's not Batman he needs," the man says.
"That's what I was afraid of," Bruce mutters as he heads down to the bat cave.
A/N: Okay sorry about the shot at Jersey Shores but I got sick of writing everything so depressing and serious. Anyways with Young Justice being back and all I should be updating again. With the whole Jason being canon I need some daddybats and I had a feeling some other people would be too. Well hope you all enjoyed!
