You guys know that; when you're trying to do something (which is fun to do) and you never have time for it. But once you have time, you can't find the inspiration to do it? Well that's the reason for the delay of the update of actually ALL my stories!

So, I'm sorry for this short chapter, Please enjoy it though. :D

Dwelling in his thoughts the young vampire roamed the hallways, the dull air of being inside started to make him feel numb. His left hand scraped by the wall, pointlessly as the boy stared into the nothing.

Why was this happening? He already had a hard time on being an incomplete vampire, let alone a full one.

The teen walked through the hanger without even noticing until a headache struck him. He look up, finding himself at the A-doors. He walked further, feeling the breeze of a still young day greet him. He kept on walking until the sunlight touched his hands and made the boy jump back with a shriek.

The boy pulled his hands back, burned badly. His body shook as his looked at his hand in shock. There was no way he could have been burned by the sun just now. Tears welled up in the boy's eyes and he started to run away, away from the light what hurt him.

He ran down the hallways until he met the chest of a fast walking speedster. The boy stumbled back but was stopped by a hand of his friend.

"Rob, what's up?" The teen asked, straightening up his younger friend.

The boy snapped his head back up, causing wally to jump as he saw the tears stained face what spoke of shock. "It burned me!" the teen exclaimed.

"What burned you? Where?" the redhead asked, more that surprised by the way Robin acted. Ever since all this vampire stuff happened, he started to find a whole other boy so now and then, replacing his friend.

"My hand, the sun, I-I," the teen started to stutter as he held up his heavily burned hand.

"The sun? the sun burned you like this! That's impossible, dude!" The bird must be losing it. The sun can't burn you like this, at least not within a few minutes.

Robin's eyes widen. He suddenly threw himself into his older friends arms placing his lips on his neck. "What are you doing?" Wally asked, not understanding anything anymore.

"Sorry," Hot breath of panic flew over Wally's neck, making him shiver. He felt his muscles freeze in a way too familiar way, his eyes grew. Two fangs deepened within him but within a short moment they left him again.

The boy moved back and looked down at his hand. The burning feeling what scared him nearly to death had disappeared and a quick glance down told him the reason was the healed hand he faced.

"What was that about!" Wally shouted in the boy's face. Weirdly enough to him, the boy seemed completely calm now.

"I'm healed," the vampire spoke, face not speaking of any emotions as he held up his hand to showed a completely normal looking hand. "I'm sorry for the bite, but my instinct told me to bite you. Your blood healed my hand."

Wally stepped back at the boy's words. "Okay, you're officially freaking me out!" The boy held up his hands.

"I'm sorry," the black haired teen grabbed his redhead friend's hand. "I'm just not used to the impulses I get," a small smile told the vampire they were okay again. "You're the best bud someone could ask for," The younger teen creaked a smile and pulled the ginger with him. "But we have to inform Batman of this. There must be an logical explanation for this all."

"I'm afraid that gem is the explanation," Wally spoke carefully as he was brought back to the examination room.

Dick hadn't given any answer before he opened the door and saw a group teens around Batman with a worried face. "Batman!"

All eyes flew over to the youngest teammate. "Something wrong, Robin?" The man turned to his protégé.

"The sun burned me!" the boy exclaimed as he had lost any cool he had seconds ago.

"What? Where? How!" the bat dressed man approached his son.

"My hand," the boy help up a perfectly fine looking hand. "But I've bitten Wally, causing my hand to heal." A pair of masked eyes glanced toward the speedster who was currently holding his neck with one hand, looking a bit lost. It was clear the teen had been taken off guard by the bite and was still a bit thrown off his feet by it.

"You're telling me that you've burned your hand when the sunlight touched it?" The man asked to make clear he understood his son.

The boy nodded. "I first got a headache when I got closer to the A-doors but when the sunlight actually reached my hand it burned me in seconds."

Bruce gave a sigh but it was soon followed by a grunt of frustration. "This can't be true!" Dick put on a sad face, he knew why Batman was frustrated. "Do you have any idea in how much trouble we can get?" he man growled towards his son.

The boy gave a sigh. "I know, Batman. I can completely blow our cover," the teen spoke, head hanging low. This was definitely the words birthday EVER! "But if we find a way to turn me back to human fast enough, no suspicious would be placed on me. Also as long as Robin will keep on acting out, we don't need to worry about suspicious as much."

"That sounds like a plan. But where on earth do we find information about vampires which is not based on fiction," the man noticed that Robin seemed more than tired. If he recalled correctly, he had almost fall asleep after he had bitten Zatanna. "Robin, you're okay?"

It was barely noon, it was not really normal to be tired already.

"Yes, yes," the boy weaved off, as he turned his back to his foster father. "Just a bit tired that's all. Guess it's all a bit too much, all at once."

The man walked up to the boy, laying a subtle but firm hand on his shoulder. He refused to show any father like acts towards the team but he knew this was enough for Robin to confirm he was there for him, both Batman as Bruce. "I see no reason why you couldn't lay down to take a nap while I start the search."

The boy smiled. "I think that would do me good," He recognized the hand on his shoulder, it was Bruce who was there for him. "Let go to the cave then," the boy said as he started to walk off.

Batman was about to follow the boy as he stopped to glance back at the team, who looked like they were pretty much lost. "I'll inform you as soon we know something," the man said, knowing the team would end up with way too much concerns if he didn't kept in touch with them. They had reason enough to do so anyway. So for this time only, he would be the one sharing information.

The dynamic duo walked into the Batcave, the youngest of them lightly swaying on his feet. "You're really this tired?" Bruce asked, as he put down his cowl.

The boy nodded as he took off his mask. "It feels like I haven't slept for three days straight. I haven't slept that great last night but this is just ridiculous. I'm used to nights without sleep," the boy leaned against the rocky wall.

"You do look worn," Bruce laid his gloved hand on the boy's cheek. The boy's eyelids slightly slumbered and Bruce could almost swear he saw something close to dark circles come up under the boy's eyes. Yeah, the boy was definitely through all his energy. "Get redressed while I'll make a place ready for you to sleep down here," the man said stroking his hand back through the boy's hair.

The teen leaned a bit into the hand, which was now resting in his neck. "Thanks dad, I will," and with that, pulled himself up to get into his pajamas.

As Dick was taking off his cape, he glanced back at Bruce. A sigh escaped his lips. How did he get this lucky and unlucky at the same time? His biggest nightmare came true, his father knowing he wasn't human, or at least not completely. But that only ended up showing him how much his new father actually loved him. The man has his back, no matter what kind of species he might is. He was so lucky with Bruce as his father. But at the same moment, his life, his social life, just crumbled away from him. How was he ever going to act like a human, when he can't even be in the light. How could he finish school, and hang around with Barbara.

The team was the least of his worries. They knew, they understood. He could easily hang with them in the night hours. But Barbara didn't know, and there was simply no way Bruce was going to let her know. It could blow his cover. Plus, it might scare her off, knowing her (could he say best?) friend was a blood sucking monster. They were close, and I mean really close, but this could ruin it all. But just puling a disappearing act on her wouldn't stand for long either. If this issue won't be solved in time… Bruce might end up faking his own son's dead, when not able to keep him "alive" to the world.

The light but dense fabric of his two pieced costume hit the ground, as soon the pajamas pants did the same. The boy stepped into one leg of the silky fabric. His eyes were glassy as his thoughts kept on running through his mind.

"Dick?" the boy looked up after he pulled the top part of his pajamas over his head. "You're okay? You're so quiet," the man frowned in concern.

"It…" the boy looked away. Pain tugged in his face. "It scares me," the boy forced his eyes closed. "The thought that I can't live the life I'm used to, it scares me."

A sight of tension escaping the man lips, which curled to a sympathetic mile. "Don't worry, chum. We'll find a solution. I'll start the research right after I tucked you in."

The boy followed the man to the improvised bed. At seeing what the man came up with the boy stiffened. "You're going to put me in THAT!" shock was written all over the boy's face as he looked up to his old man. On any other day he might have laughed at Bruce's surprisingly humorous act, but now, he definitely couldn't.

"This is the only thing I could find which I could cover so light couldn't bother you, whatsoever. It is from one of my first missions," the man defended himself, holding up his hands. "It's clean, I swear!"

"Yeah, I know where it's from. I know about your first mission as actual detective. A murder in a coffin. But I refuse to sleep in one! Definitely one in which a murder have taken place! You think of me as an actual vampire!" the boy shouted, his eyes first fixed on the black coffin but now glued on his mentor, shouting his anger.

The man sighed. "Robin, it's not like that. It's the only thing in the Batcave suitable for both the need of sleep and the necessary covering. It's only for now. Until we have find something better you just have to sleep inside that coffin. Its soft and comfortable," the man spoke, stroking the red inside of the coffin. It was made of some expensive fabric and did looked a bit welcoming, but Dick would never admit that.

"Fine," the boy pulled a sour face. "But please cover it with a blanked or something. Closing it with its cover is just cruel. I might not get out by myself," the boy puffed his cheeks without noticing himself. It was some old habit he had thought to have forgotten.

The man smiled and picked the boy up. His son gave a small yelp in surprise but before he could commend on the sudden move of his father, he was already laid down into the coffin. His head settled into a familiar smelling pillow and soon blankets were placed over him and tucked in place so his body was kept warm inside the not too roomy casket. A fatherly kiss was placed on his forehead and a hand ruffled his hair.

"Sleep tight, my little bird," the man smiled down upon his son who blushed, in both shame as the flushed feeling of his father caring for him.

"G'night," The raven haired vampire felt the fussy feeling of sleep taking over and saw Bruce pulling away from the coffin. "Wait," the boy could mumble just in time.

The man turned back. "Yes?" except for the cowl, the man was still completely in Gotham's protector's cloths.

"I wanted to say… that I'm really thankful for all your love and care," the boy started mature. Almost making the man believe his teen had completely grown up. "I love you daddy," though the following smile and words were enough for him to know that inside his teenage son was still the little kid he adopted years ago. He didn't mind that his son was growing up, don't get him wrong! But he simply adored the little boy with big blue eyes who used to growl onto his lap to fall asleep after watching about an hour of a move. It made him somewhat of a softy so now and then and made him feel like a real father. Right now, he often felt more as a mentor than anything else.

"I love you too," Bruce smiled back. "Never forget that, okay?" The boy nodded, eyes closing. "Good night," the man walked off, leaving the boy to slip away into a deep sleep.

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Wally was pacing through the main hall, as the team was randomly sparing each other. They were all a bit nervous. They hadn't heard from Batman for three days now. Wally was the one expressing those nerves the strongest. His pacing was at inhuman speed started to cause a curtain heat in the room. Not to forget the tension it build in the atmosphere. And that on top of the dull and heavy one what already hung in the hair as smoke.

Batman would keep them updated, but none of that happened yet. And they hadn't heard a word from the bird either. That was what unsettled the speedster the most. He could understand that keeping in touch with the Batman could be different from most standards but Robin was not like that. Not to redhead, at least. The two of them were very close. And texted each other more than daily. Even at school, the raven haired boy would send a text with complains about school being boring, which were almost always answered with a much alike complaint from the redhead. But those three days he had only received silence from the younger teen. Not even some new word with or without a prefix he had come up that day. Which was not normal!

The bleeping of the computer, announcing an incoming call, made the group of six jump. They turned toward the window, with startled faces as they saw Batman appear on the screen.

"Team, we have a problem," those words fell heavy on the group of teens.

"What's wrong?" Megan asked, voice thick of worries and angst pressing it even further.

"I can't find a way to wake up Robin," the man spoke, weariness detachable from his voice. "He has slept since we returned to the Batcave and now it seems impossible to wake him up."

"I-is he dead?" Artemis asked, afraid that the situation may be worse than the Dark Knight let them know.

"No, his body seems to be in a resting state, though it still worries me. I don't know if it's a new ability, but its humanly impossible to sleep this long. Your body needs hydration and food," the man spoke, for the first time his concern laid all open to the team. They knew it really worried the Batman.

"A coma perhaps?" Kaldur thought out loud.

"No, to many sighs of life to be a coma."

"Maybe he had woken up when you slept and went to eat then," Wally followed his leaders example of sharing thoughts.

"I haven't left his side since I failed to wake him up. Robin hasn't move an inch without me noticing," the man told. That explained the teens the reason for the man looking so tired. He had been awake for almost three days straight.

"What now? You can't wake him, what can we do?" Superboy asked, shrugging at the thoughts. Was there a way to help his friend? Or was this just a "Don't worry, he's not dead, yet" call?

"I hoped Megan could enter his mind, trying to wake him up from the inside out," The man stated.

Kaldur frowned on this. "Why would you let Megan do this, when you clearly trust the league more, making Martian Manhunter a more logical choice. No offence," The boy ended, not wanting to sound distrustful. It was just a bit weird in his eyes.

"None taken and yes, I personally trust Martian Manhunter, for the simple reason we have fought much together. But Robin is different with that. He has fought along your sides, instead of the league. He trust Miss Martian blindly and I know for a fact that he would like it better if it's one of you to enter his mind," Batman explained, knowing his son very well. "This means that I want Megan to come to the Batcave."

"What!" Wally suddenly shouted at the hologram presenting their leader. "She's allowed to see the Batcave and we don't! That's unfair!"

Batman frowned. "Don't tell me you all want to come," the man said, annoyance in his voice.

"Well, actually," Artemis started, rubbing the back of her neck. "I have to admit I would do a lot to see the Batcave for once. It being secret and all, makes me really curious."

The Atlantean nodded. "Of course we all want to see it!" the speedster shouted before Kaldur could speak up. "Can't we come with?"

"Fine," the man growled. "Robin wanted to show you the Batcave anyways."

"Yes!" the speedster pumped his first into the air and run toward the Zeta tubes. "Finally!" Batman shot the teen a deathly Batglare. "I mean! I'm glad I can help Robin."

The man sighed and disappeared from the hologram. The machine called out all names as the teens entered the Zeta tubes.

Pfiew, that was hard to go through. As you probably already got from my first author note, I have a major writers block! D: So updating hasn't happed for more than a week, while school ended a good week ago… so yeah… it's stupid :C

So most of this chapter was written at 1am to 4am (because that is the moment I'm the best at writing for some unknown reason.) and dragged myself through it. I'm sorry if it's not what you guys hoped for.

Please review anyway. It may help me out of that block :D