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soooooooooo, good so far? Yes? owo
I don't have much to say right now XD but that's good right? More story for you :)
So here is some Bat family Bonding (I was about to say bondage but that would sound totally wrong ._.)
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Batman glanced from his work to the reflection of his ward on the computer screen. He saw Robin lying flat on the floor, face up.
'So not asterous, so not asterous, absolutely SO NOT ASTEROUS.' Thought Robin. 'I mean for Christ sakes! I was born and raised in a circus family, so why can't I do something an elephant can easily do?' thinking this only ticked him off more for not being able to even balance on the thing. He could do tightrope, balance beams, trapeze jumps basically almost anything that you could imagine at a circus. Just not balancing on a damn ball and do the poses and moves on it. He can't even remember why he had stopped practicing doing it. He tried to remember, search and dig through all of the memories he buried after he became robin with batman. He ended up giving himself a major migraine. He only saw some bits of memories: some fuzzy outlines of the tent, the ringmaster, all of his clown friends rehearsing, animal tamers, the bearded woman, and lastly, his mother and father. Flashes of different memories entered after the image of his parents and he could tell that he was on a set of very high stairs that they pull out when some of the performers got on large objects, and animals. The memories ended there. He tried to pry but nothing else popped up. A warm stream feeling was on his face. He brought his hand to his face, placing it under his nose. Blood. Maybe he pried a bit too much and his brain couldn't handle it, but it didn't seem right. He quickly wiped the blood away only to reveal more streaming out.
"Crap, crap, crap," 'wait- that was out loud' he thought. He slowly looked up slowly and saw Batman glaring at him. 'That's the daddy bats stare.' "Umm, simple nose bleed. From falling on my face a while ago." He hoped batman bought it, but since it's Batman—
"Bed. Now." He pointed towards the bed. Robin did as he was told and went over to the bed and sat there trying to stop the nose bleed. It just wouldn't stop. He knew he wasn't a free bleeder, so why couldn't the blood stop? He leaned back a bit so the blood could run back down (or up?) his nose. This only made him choke on the blood as he accidentally sniffed some up a bit making him choke on it. He could then feel the whole room, or rather the whole HQ tremor, making him fall backwards and off the bed. He landed on his right shoulder, avoiding hitting his head. He began to hack up the blood he accidentally sniffed up a second ago. The blood from his nose kept coming out. This didn't look pretty.
"Dick!" Batman exclaimed as he put the first aid down and ran to his ward.
"I'm fine, just sniffed up some blood while leaning back and fell after the tremor." He brought his hand to his nose but stopped when Batman gave him a towel.
Batman pulled his cowl down and looked worryingly at his ward. Robin put the towel to his lower half of his face. Bruce picked his ward up and brought him to a clean bed—one without blood on it.
Robin, who was too busy at the moment, didn't protest of the way he was picked up. After he was set down, he leaned forward—too fast. Everything got a bit woozy. He took his eyepiece back off and saw some spots of blood on it. He took one of his gloves off and brought his bare hand to his eyes. Flakes of dried blood came off. He looked up at Bruce, who was staring at him.
Bruce was angry. He balled his fists together. "Damn it." He muttered. Bruce remembered right after he took Dick in, he ran a FULL check-up. Meaning, everything he could possibly get from A-Z, he was tested for. Well…not RIGHT after, more like right after when Dick kept getting severe allergic reactions whenever he came in the kitchen. They checked every food possibly allergy at the time but nothing came up. It was then that he decided to do a complete check-up. It was then that he found out that Dick was allergic to Iron. He was glad that the things he used to make the bat gear and cave wasn't Iron, though the kitchen appliances were made of Iron. He had to special order all of the things that WERE made of Iron into something else. So long that it had very little to no trace of iron, he didn't care what it was made of. He heard it was some type of mad-made steel of some sort, adamantium. How he got his hands on it? He was Bruce Wayne, billionaire and Batman, the dark, freaking knight. Of course when he built Mount Justice he used that as well.
Bruce snapped out of his thoughts and reacted quickly to stop the nose bleed.
"Hold still for a moment" he said. He then pressed both sides of Dick's nose and towards his face. He leaned his head a bit forward since the boy was already leaning forward. "Now hold the exact parts of your nose like so."
Dick got one of his hands up and placed it where Bruce's was a moment ago. After about five or ten minutes had passed the bleeding had finally stopped, albeit the sight was a bit horrific. Blood splatters where all over the other bed and a bit of it where he was standing a while ago. Blood was on his uniform as well as his teeth and hands. He bet if he saw his face right now, his entire lower half of his face was covered in blood. He looked up at Bruce to see him getting out a bag of ice wrapped in a towel and handing it towards him. He placed it to his nose and kept his head leveled as it is. He glanced up to see Bruce taking the covers from the bed off and placing them in a black, garbage bag and chucked it into the cabinet below where he was working. He them got some paper towels and wiped up the bits of blood on the floor. Dick guessed that he didn't want anyone else to see the sight. If anyone did they'd lock Dick up in some room under surveillance somewhere. He of course too did not want anyone to worry over this; of course, it could all be just a simple nose bleed when he had fallen on his face earlier and from prying too far into his memoires. Though he can't explain what had caused the dried bits of blood in his eyes.
"Bruce," he said. When the man looked up, Dick gestured his hands in front of his costume indicating what he was to do with the stains on his uniform.
"There is a spare uniform in the batmobile, go and change in there. The windows are two way, you can see out, nobody can see in so don't worry." Bruce said, pulling his cowl back on, thus becoming Batman.
Dick nodded and put his eyepiece back on. Before he left, Batman said one more thing.
"If you don't others to see you then stay out of sight. Superman and Superboy are sparring, but be quiet; M'gann and J'onn are in another state of mind so they won't notice. Artemis and Green Arrow are in the Main room though so be aware, Artemis seems to have very keen hearing. As for the others, they're in the other direction you're headed so we won't have to worry about that. You probably don't want to alert the others and make them worry over you and one last thing,"
Dick turned around.
"Be careful."
Dick smiled at that and went off. As he stealthily went across the door to the training room, he heard some talking. 'It was about damn time they finally talked.' He then entered the main room to see Green Arrow holding Artemis's hand and wrapping it. It was a bit quiet so he had to be extra careful. He knew Artemis had good hearing as well as Green Arrow facing this way. He hid to all possible shadows, leaping from dark corners and finally got out of the room undetected. The two had seemed to be in some deep conversation so they hadn't noticed. 'Just got my aster back,' He thought to himself. He smirked. 'Now to get pass the mind-reading Martians and change without them noticing.' He peeked his head from the door way and saw the two levitating above the ground in a meditating position. 'Seem to be very deep in there' he treaded carefully and went in the car via sunroof.
"Now where would he put the spare?" he pressed the button for the glove department. The door popped open and there laid his uniform spare in plastic. "Thanks Alfie" he said, grinning. He knew it was Alfred who suggested it to be there just in case, and the neat and clean packaging was clearly him. He took the spare out and started to change. He noticed his skin was a bit paler than usual, but not to a point where it's noticeable. He didn't look too careful, since Batman was waiting for him. He snapped his belt back on and folded his bloodied and stuffed it back into the plastic carefully. He placed it back in the glove department. He looked out the window and left quickly. On his way towards the medical he got a call from Batman.
"Head towards the Pool area, Aqualad seems to have lost his powers during a bit of training with Aquaman. Bring him back here."
"On it." Robin was worried. Aqualad was in the middle of training, and deep in the water! He just hoped that Aquaman didn't call any sharks or of the sort over. The pool was connected with the sea. As he went on, he almost ran into the boy of steel.
"Aqualad he-"Robin managed to say before he saw the look on his face. "You know, of course, super-hearing. Come on, Aquaman should be with him so he should be safe now." The two nodded and headed towards their friend.
'You better be alright Aqualad'
"HEY! I didn't just hear what I think I head did i?" yelled a voice.
The two boys turned around and saw Artemis running towards them.
"Come on, we'll know when we get there, but he should be fine by now." Artemis nodded and ran along with them.
Superman went in the medical bay and noticed Batman still working on the computer.
"Aren't you at all worried about Aqualad?"
"He's fine. There is a reason why Aquaman is looking over him. Robin will bring him back here so I can take a look at him." Batman was glad that he cleaned everything.
The man of steel could spot very small details. If he saw the huge mess of blood, the man would order him to the Watchtower in space where he could be safe.
He needed to throw the man off.
"Anyways congratulations, daddy." Batman said with a hint of amusement.
Superman glared at him. "You were spying on us weren't you?"
Batman smirked at that. He is the damn Batman, number one in detective skills, well aside from Alfred. The man was just plain scary in finding out things, Batman had to admit that.
A/N: alrighty, hope ya like this. Apparently, the two Bats really don't want others to worry over them even if they got shot 95820334 times but are perfectly okay thanks to the bullet proof vest.
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