Thanks for all the reviews guys and I'm going to try and update more often, hopefully. I can give you a whole list of excuses but my goal right now is to at least update SOMETHING at least once a week, so I give you guy's permission to nag on me about that. It just so happens that this story is fun to write so I will probably update it more, and you guys give me a lot of ideas :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice

this one's for SpritelyGryffindor

The dynamic duo was driving home to the bat cave after a long night fighting Scarecrow. It seemed that since he hadn't broken out for a month, he had to or else it would be plain wrong, according to all villains. So this sort of thinking lead to the Scarecrow breaking out of Arkham, wreaking havoc all about Gotham and creating an exhausting night for a certain bat and bird. You would think that after the same old rodeo one month after the next, it would get boring after a while, apparently not...

"Are you sure you didn't get hit by the gas?" Batman asked Robin once they were safely on their way home and Scarecrow was in the custody of Commissioner Gordon.

"YES, Bats, I've told you this already. I got my mask on in time," Robin said once again. After three times the older man should trust him by then.

"I just want to be sure Robin. This was a new concoction and it takes a little longer for it to come into effect. From the evidence I have gathered citizens had been infected as early as Tuesday (its Thursday by the way)," Batman said worrying in his own little way, but to Robin it just seemed like nagging. Bat's had already been over all of this information with him before they set off for the mission, but it did seem kind of strange that the Scarecrow would have some sort of plan in action, seeing as he's insane and all. Robin decided not to dwell on that though, and forced his gaze and thoughts to the landscape streaking past at high speeds.

Later that Night

It was around four am and Bruce was still up, doing who knows what, probably some type of business or detective stuff. Anyways, when he finally looked at the clock he noticed how late it was, or early. He decided that maybe he should check on Dick before he, himself, went to bed. He was still a little anxious about the new scarecrow gas and wanted to make sure Dick wasn't affected.

He lifted his exhausted body from his office chair, stretched, and popped all his joints as he dragged his body up the stairs. Alfred was always saying he should get to bed a little early. Maybe he was right, he was starting to feel a little old. Bruce then crept over towards Dick's room and brushed open the door.

It was pitch black in the room, the only way it seemed Dick could sleep, and there wasn't any sound except for something muffled.

Bruce went in to investigate and saw the young boy turning back and forth, his arms and legs going berserk all around him, and a gag around his mouth.

"Dick!" he yelled instantly ripping the piece of cloth from his mouth. The force of the pull and the loud shout instantly waking him, Dick opened his tired eyes.

"Bruce, what are you doing?" he asked sleepily, while breathing heavy from the nightmare.

"What am I doing? What are you doing?" Bruce asked sitting on the bed, creating a large dent that Dick slid towards.

"What do you mean? I'm just sleeping," Dick said not realizing what Batman had seen since the gag was nowhere in sight.

"Explain this then," Bruce said revealing the gag to Dick. He saw the boys eyes widen as he realized that he had been caught, then closed tight, trying to shield the emotion that would no doubt show in the deep, blue eyes that were as clear as the sky.

"It's nothing," he bluntly said, pulling his blankets and knees close to him and turning his head away.

"Gagging yourself isn't nothing, Dick. I just want to know why you would do something like this." Bruce asked moving so that he was in Dick's line of vision, even if his eyes were closed.

"I didn't want to wake you," he whispered, "I didn't want to look weak because every night I can't even stop myself from screaming for my parents. Why am I not over it by now? I'm freaking thirteen and I still act like a scared little kid!" Dick said, his voice rising in volume. Tears began to track down his face, creating wet webbing, which was quickly swiped away by the back of the boy's hand.

Bruce looked at Dick, and pulled him into a hug and pressed his lips to his ear.

"Dick, you aren't weak. You are one of the strongest people I know. It isn't wrong to want your parents; I think it's amazing that that want hasn't gone away. Once it has, then you will start to forget, trust me. All I wanted was to forget and then I realized that I was wishing for something that I never wanted."

"I know, Bruce, I just don't want to worry you every night with... this," Dick gestured his hands in general.

"Dick, this doesn't worry me. It worries me when you don't come to me, because then you have to deal with this yourself, and I promised your parents that you would never have to be alone. I will always be here for you, Dick, and don't worry about being like a little kid. Everyone gets nightmares, even the Dark Knight," Bruce said swiftly taking the gag and putting it in his pocket, gave his son one last hug before getting up, but a hand stopped him. The eyes of the hand conveyed everything that Bruce needed to know.

"Will you-"

"Of course," Bruce said as he climbed into bed and both fell asleep with no bad dreams, or gags, to disturb them.

Well I meant to make this longer, but at least I updated and thanks again for all the awesome ideas :)