Heeelloooo! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!! YEAY! Wow, can't believe we're in 2009 already! Ok, so, sorry for taking so long, but I hope you enjoy this chap and don't kill me by the end of it. It's incredible how many people is reading this! WOW!
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WARNING: This story will contain CP meaning, spanking. If you don't like this then BYE-BYE, thanks for visiting, you can go now. If you don't mind this, then, keep on reading and enjoy.
Also, in this...dimension?...Both Batman and Catwoman know each others identities. Just so you know!
Disclaimer: NOT MINE!!!!!! Though I can make it a goal for this year…nah, I'm gonna focus on loosing the pounds I gained during the holidays better. Sniff…
IX. Dad
When Bruce awoke the next morning he noticed to things. The first was that he was slightly being choked, and secondly there was something pressing against his ribs…rather painfully.
He looked down to find that Dick was the cause of these…abnormalities. The kid had managed, somehow, to cling to his side and kick most of the blankets towards Bruce's side. He had also managed to stolen Bruce's pillow while clinging to both, him and the elephant.
He couldn't help the small smile, even after the crazy events of the night before, the child still looked for him for comfort, and he couldn't help the slightly chuckle when he discovered the kid hadn't bothered to even put his pajama pants before going to his room.
"It is nice to see you woke with a good mood." A voice said from the door, walking in with a tray in his hands. "Amazing you actually woke by yourself." Alfred said handing him a glass with orange juice. "And you made it before noon."
"I actually got a little help." Bruce said, giving the glass back to Alfred and trying to finish detangling the child's grip from his arm. "Do you know at what time he came here?"
"I have no idea. He was not in his bed when I checked on him about 6 in the morning." Alfred said, tucking the child while Bruce did his daily 'morning' exercises.
"What time is it?"
"Quarter to ten. I already called Sarah to cancel all your appointments for the day. I figured you could spend some time with Master Dick."
"Good." Was all Bruce said standing up and moving to the bathroom. He glanced back at his bed to look at the still sleeping boy.
Some years ago he woke up in bed with women. His life had totally had a great twist.
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Non-stop. That is what it was with Dick, non-stop talking. He had been talking since he awoke. The only moment when he went silent was when Alfred sent him to have a bath. And the only reason he went silent was because he was sulking.
It was now noon and they had just finished having lunch, and the boy kept on talking. It was amazing for Bruce how the kid could go on talking about different themes.
He had been wondering all day long on how to tell Dave and Dick about Melissa's arrival. He had told Alfred the night before, and he was currently fixing a room for her, which actually was the room besides Dave's.
Alfred had agreed it was the best thing, and was more than happy to have yet another thing to do. Bruce was sure that man consumed more caffeine that he let known.
Even in the middle of arranging a room, he had managed to get Dick ready for the day, which could take a lot of time. He had already make an appointment with Leslie and even had a short 'snack' when she arrived.
Bruce cringed remembering the look he had received from both Leslie and Alfred when she was checking over the kid.
"I told you this wasn't a good idea!" She scolded, "You should be ashamed of yourself, Bruce!" Of course, she had said this when Dick was sent to his room. He had tried to defend himself from them both, but anyone with their right mind would have known that was a lost cause.
Thankfully though, Dick only presented a small bruise on the neck and another in his arm. There was no internal damage or any other thing, thankfully. He was rather relieved to have a professional doctor as friend and to check on the boy.
"Please Bruce? Can we go? They will only be here for a short time!" Dick said, bringing him out of his thoughts.
"Go where?" Bruce asked taking a sip from his beverage.
"Ugh! Bruuce!" Dick whined, "There is going to be a festival! Everyone in school is going. I've gotta go!"
"No, you don't." Bruce said simply.
"But Bruuce!" Dick whined, "Can't we just go? Pleeeeaaaasee!"
"You can, but it won't be fair for Dave if we go without him to that festival. I think he would like to come too." Bruce said enjoying the fresh breeze. It was unusually hot for an autumn day, and they could actually enjoy eating outside. "Tell you what chum," Bruce said trying to cheer the boy, "what if we do something else today."
"Like going to the festival?" Dick asked with a grin, to which Bruce chuckled.
"I had other thing in mind."
"Like what?!" the child asked happily.
"There is somewhere I would like to take you. C'mon." Bruce said standing up and motioning the child to follow him, which he did.
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"WOW!" Dick cried excitedly, "This is so cool!"
"You like it, uh?" Bruce asked, though it was obvious the answer was a positive one.
"Look Bruce! You can see the park close to school from here!"
"Yep, you can."
Bruce looked at the city. He had not been to this place since he was a teenager. His father used to bring him there, to just talk to him or have an 'alone moment' with him. Alfred didn't know about this place, not even his mother had known of this place.
It was one of the few hills close to the city. There was a cliff in one of them, and could only be reached by car from one point, and then one had to walk all the way up. It was surrounded by trees, and when reaching the top Gotham city could be over looked, and all the places around it.
After his father's death he had not returned until he was 16 and had his driver license. In fact, he had only had been here once after his 'return from the dead', as many called it.
"If you look west," Bruce told Dick pointing with his finger on the direction, "you can see the manor."
Dick looked intently. He looked up at Bruce, then back towards where he had pointed. "I can't see it." he said narrowing his eyes and placing his right hand in his forehead.
"Yes you can, it just looks very small." He said taking the child in his arms so he could see better. "See, over there. There is a green patch of land surrounded by trees, and then-"
"A brown point!" The boy said happily.
"Exactly."
"Cool!" Dick exclaimed happily, and even though Bruce thought he had lost his hearing on his right ear he couldn't help but smile. "Does Alfred like it here?"
Well, that was a question he wasn't expecting. "Actually, chum, he doesn't know about this place."
"What? Why?" Dick asked.
"Well…" Bruce started placing Dick on his own two feet, "You are actually the first person I've ever brought."
Dick gasped looking eye wide at his surrogate father, "Really?!"
"Yep." Bruce answered enjoying Dick's wide grin, but the boy suddenly lost his smile and frowned.
"Are you going to bring Dave here?"
Bruce looked into the boy's eyes, trying to decipher the boy's fears. He could see a lot of himself in the boy almost every time, though he had seen Dick change a bit in the last month Dave had been with them. Sometimes, Dick was an open book for him, though this was not the occasion.
"Do you want me to?" Bruce asked after a while.
"No." Dick answered immediately, too quickly to Bruce's liking.
He had no idea what had been happening with the boy lately. Since some days ago he had seen an odd behavior in the child. It was not all the time, but he had observed it nonetheless. Bruce had talked to Alfred about it, but the older man said he hadn't noticed a thing, that the boy kept acting normally. Alfred had even talked with his teacher on one occasion, but she said nothing seemed out of the ordinary with the kid. So, Bruce had dropped the issue, thinking it was his imagination. It seemed he was right the first time around.
"Then I won't."
It just took a simple phrase like that, a simple promise to make the boy smile as if he had been granted his last time wish. His smile was one that many would describe as 'ear to ear smile'.
Something inside Bruce made him smile even wider. He couldn't help it, this was one of his little boys. Yes, Dave was his blood son and he had learned to love him as much as he loved Dick. There were differences between both boys, and each was special in their own way.
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Bruce and Dick went afterwards to pick Dave from school. Alfred had called asking for the favor as he was caught up in the preparations for Melissa's arrival in two days.
As Alfred said rather often, "There is too many things to do in a very short period of time." And Bruce knew it was true.
They arrived rather quickly, and Bruce had to wonder once again how come a bunch of kids could literally leave an adult deaf…though several people said it wasn't possible. Those obviously didn't have children.
"Stay here." He told Dick as he got out of the car to wait for Dave. He was parked in front of the principal entrance, and most parents went there to pick their children…well, most drivers and nannies. It was evident not all 'rich' people cared for their children. Though it was not always the situation. Neglect seemed to be in every social level.
He stayed at a spot, trying to find the brown mop of hair that belonged to a certain boy, keeping an eye on the black mop of hair that was in the automobile observing his every move.
No sooner than later he spotted Dave who waved as if he was miles away and ran towards him. Bruce saw him run and smiled, he would spend the rest of the afternoon with both his boys.
He heard children laughing, screaming and talking. There was movement everywhere until a bang was heard.
It all happened in mere seconds, but for Bruce it was like long minutes. He looked over at Dave and saw his look of fright with his wide brown eyes.
"Dad!"
He turned to look at Dick, who had tears in his eyes. He had just called him Dad, and was running towards him, fright written in all his features. A strong, burning sensation hit him somewhere on his chest, as he heard everyone start screaming, and the world became black.
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Alfred was busy doing calls and happily arranging things. He was so entranced in his thoughts and plans he missed one of the maids, which had been hired that specific day to help him at the manor, enter the room.
"Mr. Alfred?"
"Yes?" He said looking at the young woman.
"Um…sir…" She moved over to a TV and turned it on.
Alfred raised an eyebrow at her, she looked rather pale.
"It is confirmed…" the news reporter said, "Bruce Wayne has just been shot."
