AN: Sixth chappie! Can I please get more reviews? I really like them!

Rated K

A Bird In The Batcave

Woah! There was a gigantic cave under his house! Not just any cave, this had to be the Batcave, from his father's stories! The secret lair of the Batman. But what was the Batcave doing under his new house?

Dick surveyed the Cave. It was set up in platforms around the most of the cave. The main platform had a giant computer set up, the computer bigger than any other Dick has ever seen. The keyboard took up a large space on the desk-like think in front of the computer, which was currently covered with papers.

There were many smaller platforms, one which looked like a parking space, another that had cases with batsuits in them, one that had many strange items in glass cases, and one that housed medical supplies. Most of the platforms were makeshift, with metal platforms, but not much else. Most of the cave was unfinished, with much more room to add too. Right now it looked like there was the minimum of what else the cave could be used for.

There was a huge metal door at the back of the cave with a road that led to the parking platform, which presumably held the Batmobile.

Dick crossed the main platform over to the computer and took a seat in the big black chair situated in front of it. He checked his watch for the time, it being around two in the morning. He hadn't realized he was up this late.

Dick started as a screeching car noise filled the cave. His heart sank with dread. How was he going to explain this to Batman? He did intrude into the Bat's cave. Heavy footsteps walked over from the car to the batcomputer. Dick breathed shallowly, hoping to go unnoticed from the big Bat.

Batman swiveled the chair around, revealing the trembling nine year old sitting in it. For the first time in a long while, genuine surprise showed on the Dark Knight's face. He stared at the little black-haired boy sitting in his chair, in his cave. Big blue eyes turned up to the fearsome man, projecting fear and innocence.

"Batman?" Dick squeaked. "I'm really sorry! I-I didn't mean to intrude!"

Bruce sighed. It was only a matter of time before Dick would have found the Cave, being the sharp boy he was. Now the time had come. He reached up towards his head and pulled the cowl down.

Dick gaped up at him. "Bruce? You're Batman?"

"Indeed I am, Chum," Bruce confirmed. He looked away, expecting Dick to be angry or something.

"WOW! I can't believe you're Batman, Bruce. That's pretty cool," Bruce looked back at Dick with surprise.

"Y-you don't mind?" Bruce asked. Dick vigorously shook his head.

"Of course not! You couldn't possibly be cooler!" the boy declared. He sobered down, though.

"If you're Batman, can you help me find Tony Zucco?" Dick asked Bruce seriously. Bruce blinked.

"If you're thinking to go and look for Zucco, the answer is no," Bruce said firmly. Dick's face fell, and he started to protest.

"B-But, I can-" Bruce stopped him with a look. Dick looked away from the man. Bruce put a hand on the young boy's shoulder.

"I just don't want you to get hurt, Dick," Bruce said. Dick nodded in understanding, but he didn't like it. Bruce smiled.

"Master Dick?" an accented voice sounded from behind the two, slightly surprised.

"Hi, Alfred. You knew about it too?" Dick asked the elderly butler. Alfred nodded politely.

"How long have you been doing this?" Dick asked Bruce. Bruce thought for a moment.

"I think it's been almost two years now, right Alfred?" Alfred nodded.

"How did you become Batman?" Dick asked. Bruce thought for a moment.

"My parents were murdered when I was eight years old, similar to you. We were coming back home from the theatre, when we were mugged in Crime Alley. A man came up to us, and pointed a gun at my father. He tried to protect me and my mother, but the guy shot him. My father fell, and the gun fired at my mother. The guy ran after that, he didn't want to shoot me, apparently. Custody was handed over to Alfred, my father didn't have any suitable relatives, and my mother didn't want hers to have custody of me. I stayed with Alfred for a few more months, before I decided that I didn't want to stay in Gotham anymore. I didn't want to be constantly reminded of my parent's deaths. So I left. Alfred and I traveled the world together until I was eighteen, after that I struck out on my own, now that I was legally of age. While Alfred and I traveled, I learned all that I could on how to fight. There was one place that I wanted to go to, but Alfred wouldn't let me until I was of age. Once I was eighteen, I traveled to Tibet. To a place called Nanda Parbat, headquarters for the League of Shadows," Bruce explained.

"The League of Shadows? What's that?" Dick asked quietly.

"They're a league of, well, assassins. They're world renowned assassins, some of the best fighters in the world. I trained there for seven years, learning as much as I could to fight.I met Talia al Ghul, the daughter of the Demon. She taught me more, and we had a brief thing going on. I had some experience from before, but the Shadows were far stricter and rougher than I expected. But after my parent's deaths I welcomed the pain. The Shadows are led by Ra's al Ghul, a demon who's lived for 600 years,"

"How could he have lived for 600 years?" Dick questioned.

"He uses regenerative pits called Lazarus Pits, which can heal most injuries and raise the dead," Bruce described. "There I trained, and I eventually impressed them so much, I was given "the honor" of meeting Ra's in person. Turned out he wanted to make me his heir, the heir to the Shadows. That's another story to tell, but I refused, fought him, and won. I left the Shadows. And returned to Gotham. I spent a few months in Gotham, gathering resources and information about what had happened after I left. I took back Wayne Enterprises, using the company to supply some of the things I use as Batman. After that I struck out on the streets, seeking out crime and getting rid of it. Soon, much more criminals kept popping up, with strange abilities and unstable mental conditions. Some being the Joker, Two-Face, Poison Ivy, etc. I've fought them and put them in Arkham Asylum multiple times over the last year and a half. All the way to where we are now," Bruce finished.

Dick listened to the end, soaking up the information like a sponge.

"Now what do we do?" the black-haired boy asked.

"Now we can give you a tour of the Batcave," Bruce said with a smile.

AN: I think I've decided the main villain for the story, and a secondary one too. You could try to guess if you want? I've given a hint for the secondary villain, way back in chapter two. It's subtle, but it's there. This is definitely going to be a long story, and I've got ideas for more like this one. Thanks to the reviewer who has reviewed my story three times, and has been the only reviewer. I won't say their name though, in case they don't like that. Please review?

Next chapter: THE SOCIAL WORKER. UGH, THEY ALWAYS CAUSE SO MANY PROBLEMS. RIGHT?