Warning: a few smacks in this chapter.

"James?" I heard a calmer more human voice ask me. It sounded so familiar to me, yet I couldn't remember from where. My eyes stayed shut not really caring what I always had dreamless sleep, and i just wanted to go back to it, to the blackness and blankness of my mind. Yet the voice did not leave me alone.

"James." It came more stern. I moved groaning, it was to bright and my eyes scrunched in the sunlight.

"Huh…"

"Get up."

"Mmm, no." I said digging my head into the soft pillow. It didn't take very long before I felt a swat land across my bottom followed by a stinging sensation. My eyes flung open.

What. The. Fuck.

"Did you just hit me!" I yelled into the pillow, not even caring whom it was. When no answer came I lifted my head. And there I was face to face with the richest man in the city.

Bruce Wayne.

This was a joke. I mean. . . it couldn't be possible, no it wasn't fair. The richest man in the world was Batman.

Batman?

No. God, no. I was some scum-ball kid coming and living in a mansion.

Now, now what would the press think about that batty boy? Was this just for publicity? I wanted to run out of the room-out of this house-acutely. Yet, his face was hard with his arms crossed over his chest.

"No, I did not just hit you I spanked you." Tomato. Tamato.

"Same fucking differnce- Ow!" He landed another four swats.

"I see you want to learn the hard way." His final smack still bit into my skin. I could feel my bottom tingling, half in pain-half numb. I didn't answer. I guess I was still half asleep, but the embarrassment caught up with me. He. . . spanked me.

Ha. I'm dreaming aren't I? Great first dream and Batman has to be in it. "You're not Batman." I grumbled.

"Your right, at the moment I'm not. Now get up and take a shower." I felt another smack cross against my backside.

No.

This is not a dream.

"I said get up, or do you want to eat breakfast standing?"

"No." I rudely stated. I'm getting up. Bat.Man." I watched as his face turned into fuming anger. He shot a hand at me grabbing onto my bicep, it was too fast for me to dodge it. Having me within his hold he pulled me out of bed. Taking me by both shoulders, one in each hand I watched his face change. I wasn't going to lie. I was scared.

"Stop! I-I didn't mean to! Please don't." My bottom was still burning from the few smackings he had administered.

"You didn't 'mean' to do what?" He demanded. I felt a bubble in my throat, bobbing up in down. I tried to swallow it but it didn't help, I knew I would start crying if I didn't say something.

"I-didn't intend to be rude, sir." Ewww. . . what is happing to me?! However; my tactic had worked. I watched as his face dissolved a little bit, but I wouldn't push my luck.

"I will not have that language in my home." He eyed me a moment longer. "If you do use it however; I will give you more than just a few smacks." He paused. "Am I clear Mr. James?" I felt my head duck, he always plays with my emotions. My knees were shaking like some 2 year old and I could get my eyes to clear.

"Yes." Very clear, crystal clear. . . clear as that. . . is that a fucking belt? I began to have trouble breathing. My "father" used to. . . never mind. I knew Bruce caught my stare and felt my breathing, of course he did because his hand still rested on my shoulders.

"I do not intend to beat you James." Still I couldn't make words. "James, did you hear me?"

"Yes, sir. I did." The same words I would use on my "father." Maybe that's were I picked all these non-sense words.

"You may call me Bruce, we are at home." I looked up thinking I was going to see a face of some one who was lying, but I didn't.

"I. . . I can?" My father would beat me for anything less then 'sir.' He caught my distractions.

"Yes, if you feel comfortable calling me such Mr. James." I paused.

"Um, please just James." I whispered. He corked an eyebrow.

"Very well, James."

I looked around the room, it was blue and white, the curtains like the king sized bed was silk. The carpet was a bright fluffy white and there was a bathroom and a walk in closet to the right by the door.

"Um. . . Bruce, s-sir" God there I go again. "Is this, your room?" I watched Bruce as he seemed to be confused.

"No. . . This is your room, I'm down the hall." he then crossed his arms over his chest. "Why?"

"I, no reason, I was- it's just. . . big." I saw a smirk run across his face.

"I see." He cleared his throat. "I'll be down stairs with. . . Robin." Robin. . . uh.

"Ok."

"Come down when you are finished."

"Alright, Bruce." He gave me a second glance before leaving to go downstairs.

I let out a breath. This was just too wired for me. I was expecting him to take me to jail or some shit. Not to a big house, and I never thought that Batman was Bruce Wayne. It was like one of those things that was so obvious but you just didn't ever really think about it.

I got out of bed and made my way over to the bathroom, that was made of black granite and white walls. The bath tube looked more like a hot tube but I ignored that as I saw the towel hanging on the shower and what I assumed to be my clothes on the counter. I striped off my clothes and made my way into the shower turning in on to hot I watched the steam start to float to the ceiling. It took me ten minutes to shower which was a long time compared from what I would normally take. I dried off and looked at the clothes that waited for me. There was a plain black top that was made of cotton. I pulled that over my head and it was a perfect fit. It also showed how tiny I was. My long lanky body . . . yay thanks Bruce. I moved onto the blue jeans and black boxes where I put those on which luckily for me fit. Socks? Why was there socks I was almost sure I wasn't going anywhere?

Whatever, I don't want to piss off Bruce.

I pulled on the white socks, that felt uncomfortable. Wait? Why did I care if I pissed off Bruce of not? I watched my blue eyes in the mirror grow wide. He swatted me this morning. He wouldn't do that for real right? I mean why would he? It's like one of those things that football players did. . . ha ha ha yeah. That kind of thing. I closed my eyes. Remembering what the doctor said. 'he needs a firm hand'

Stupid little bitch.

I almost tore off my socks but then the cold floor made me change my mind. I was going to where them for me. Like always, that's what I did, I always do things for me. I half smiled. Yeah sure. That's it. The smile flew off my face as a knock on my door echoed, I didn't even answer before Batman opened the door. That annoyed me a little. What if I was going to the bathroom?

"James?" He said looking at me. I was sitting against the cabinet, not really remembering how I got in that position. More or less likely trying to rip off my socks. The floor was oddly cold to my bottom which made me shift in uncomfortable.

"Hey."

"What are you doing?" He asked staring at my predicament.

"Nothing." I mumbled.

"Well get up off the floor, Robin's a little. . . interested in seeing you." I felt myself chock.

"Uh. . . what?"

"He has been sitting down there wondering what you're up to."

"Oh."

"Well let's get going." Um. . . no. I think I'm good where I'm at.

"Um, I'm suddenly not hungry." I felt him turn a little stiff.

"Your under weight."

"So?"

"So you are going to eat, get off the floor."

"I said I wasn't hungry." I knew I said that completely disrespectful, and I knew when Bruce leaned down and grabbed me by my bicep- again that I was in trouble. He hoisted me up and flung me over the sink. I didn't have time to react or even try to counter it. I felt five sharp smacks land on my bottom. I didn't know why but when he flipped me around to face him, the tears broke. I tried whipping them away, but they just kept coming. He stared at me for moment longer.

"James, I will not tolerate that tone, or disrespect." He paused. "Do you understand me?" No! Ok maybe. . . fine it was a little disrespectful.

"Yes."

"Very well." He let go off my shoulders and straightened my shirt. "It seems we will be needing to go over the rules later, I'm positive Robin's about to lose patience and I hardily doubt he wants to eat on a sore behind. . . James? What is it?"

"I don't understand why I am so emotional!" I mumbled. Scraping tears away, however he go what I had said.

"It the medicine withdraws, you will calm down after a day or two." Yeah fucking right.

"If you say so." The sting was still there just like a fading heartbeat. . .

"Are you ready then?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"Ok well, let's go eat."

AN/ Well. . . I hope it wasn't too terrible, agian I tried for a longer chapter. :) Any ideas for the next? Do you think Robin and James should get along or not?