Well here is the next chapter…Don't worry I didn't kill anyone…I love Grayson too much to do that…now Bats is another story…but anyway…if you have not read the first parts please go and do so.

Here is chapter 5 Please enjoy.

Chapter 5

The Batplane didn't even come to a complete stop, before Batman jumped out and reached for his, still unmoving, partner.

"Alfred!" Batman yelled as he ran towards the medical bay and gently placed the bundle in his arms onto the table.

"Master Bruce are you…good lord." Alfred gasped as he saw the condition that Robin was in.

"I'm fine Alfred…he needs help…take care of him please." Batman pleaded as he pulled his cowl back, revealing the tired and worried face of Bruce Wayne.

"Sir, please I can handle it. Let me work." Alfred assured as Bruce reached to brush back the bangs that were clinging to his partner's pale face.

"I know…I'll get out of your way." Bruce sighed as he looked at the frightening still form of his young partner.

Alfred shook his head in sadness as he watched Bruce slowly make his way over to the Batcomputer. He knew that the older man was in pain, not only physically, but emotionally.

When he got to the console, Bruce sank down into his chair with a grunt. His body was still weak from the injuries he had sustained earlier.

"Commissioner Gordon, this is Batman…come in." He called into the radio that was built into the computer.

"Ah, Batman…I can't tell you how good it is to hear your voice. Robin told me that something was wrong…is everything alright?" Gordon replied.

Bruce smiled slightly; it was nice to know that Gordon was concerned for him. "We're alright. I was calling in to make sure you found the presents I left earlier."

"Yes, we sure did…good job by the way. I also hope that Robin is feeling better, he looked exhausted last I saw him." Gordon replied.

Bruce sighed. "He's…he'll be alright." He couldn't tell Gordon that his young partner was hurt. "I'll make sure I let him know you were asking about him." He added.

"Good…I know better though…you are hiding something from me but it's not my place to drag it out of you…just take care of yourselves alright? The both of you mean too much to this city." Gordon explained before ending the call.

Bruce sighed as he shook his head. He hated to keep secrets from Gordon. "Such a bad liar Bruce." Dick's words echoed in his mind.

Bruce groaned as he then ran a hand over his tried face. His eyes suddenly began to feel very heavy.

"…Master Bruce?"

Bruce woke with a start as he felt someone shaking his shoulder. "Alfred?" He asked with a yawn in his voice.

"Sorry to startle you sir." Alfred said with sorrow in his voice, he felt bad for waking his master, he knew that he needed rest after the night he had.

"No, it's alright, I was just resting my eyes." Bruce replied as he stretched in the chair.

"You were sound asleep sir, and as hard as it was to wake you, I figured you liked to know about Master Grayson's condition." Alfred explained.

Bruce stood up from the chair. "How is he?"

Alfred didn't respond right away, but after a few seconds of silence a sigh escaped his mouth.

"Alfred? Please tell me." Bruce pleaded. From the look on Alfred's face he knew it wasn't good, but he had to know.

"He's alive sir, but he did lose quite a bit of blood, and sadly he still has shown no sign that he is aware of anything. He hasn't woken up yet." Alfred explained with a sad tone in his voice.

Bruce sighed as he listened to the butler explain as he walked into the medical bay and saw what made his heart jump. His partner was hooked up to the respirator. "He's not breathing on his own." He stated.

Alfred placed a hand on his shoulder. "No sir he's not. However, we both know he is one tough cookie, I think once he wakes up, he'll be able to breathe on his own." He knew that there was still a chance that the boy wouldn't even wake up but he refused to think about that.

Bruce nodded indicated he was listening. He then moved closer to the table and reached down and placed his hand over Dick's hand. "He feels cold." He knew that extreme blood loss would cause that but he still didn't like it.

Alfred sighed. "Yes, I'm still giving him blood, he should warm up soon…now if you please allow me to check you out…I know you are hurt sir and I'll tell you like I told Master Grayson, you'll do him no good if you don't take care of yourself."

Bruce nodded. He knew Alfred was right, if he wanted to be there for Dick he needed to get patched up first. He wasn't going to do any good if he was also out of commission.

Alfred had already prepared the second medical table and was ready to get to work as Bruce sat down.

"There we are sir." Alfred said as he finally removed the now blood stained gloves. "I suggest you rest but I know better, you may continue your watch." He added with mock irritation.

Bruce groaned as he stood up from the table and stretched as he headed back to stand beside the table where his partner was.

"I'll bring you a chair sir." Alfred stated. He knew it was going to be a while before Bruce was going anywhere.

Bruce nodded to show that he had heard. His dark blue eyes never moved from where they were fixed on the machine keeping Dick's heart pumping. It pained him to see that he wasn't breathing on his own.

"Come on Dick, you have to wake up." His hand moved to cover Dick's hand again. Being careful not to hurt him, Bruce squeezed the small hand and his thumb slowly moved across the knuckles; it was the only way he knew to assure his partner that he was there.

"Any change sir?" Alfred asked as he returned with a chair.

"No. I just can't stand this Alfred. I hate seeing him hurt like this…why did he have to come after me? I told him to stay put, but he's so stubborn…why did he disobey me?! This is just like the last time…why does he have to worry me like this?!" Bruce was now just a few level's away from yelling.

"Sir, it's not stubbornness that caused him to go after you. Master Grayson loves you too much to lose you and it worried him when you didn't return…don't fault him for loving you sir, I know how you get when you are like this." Alfred explained as he checked the medical equipment.

"I'll be back later to check on you." He added as he headed towards the elevator that lead up to the manor.

Bruce sighed as he finally sank down into the chair that Alfred had brought. "Love?" The word left a weird feeling. Alfred said that it was his love for him that had caused Dick to disobey his orders, and when he was struggling for breath in the warehouse, was Dick trying to tell him that he loved him? Not only that, the teen had called him father. Was it true? Did Dick truly love him as a father?

Looking at the young man, Bruce smiled. For some reason, knowing the he cared so much for him made him feel better.

"Please, wake up. I need to tell you how I feel." He pleaded as he squeezed Dick's hand again. "Please son, wake up."

Well, that was chapter 5…sorry if it wasn't interesting for you but the next chapter is on the way. Please review if you would.