PLEASE READ!!!!!! First of all, I want to thank all of those that have read this story and have gone with me for the eternal waiting months for me to update…please put down all those pointy and sharp things and don't kill me!!! Now, I have an announcement to make…no, I'm not abandoning this story or getting married…but I am moving to a foreign country for some months to study. This will be in less than two weeks, so I don't know when I'll be able to update again. It is supposed that I will return at least by June or July of 2009, or I could be back home up to September of 09. I don't know if I'll have an easy access to a computer to just sit and write as I do at home, though I hope I do. I'll try to write in my spare time, which will be extremely reduced. But, I don't know if I'll be able to post any more chapters or until when. So please, just stick with me and thank you once again.

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, this story is a combination of Batman Begins, and the comics and well, I just got a big bowl and mixed several stuff, and then made it the way I wanted it.

Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine! I'm not that old to have created the Batman universe…or have inherited it….hmmm

X. DBD -Doctors, Boys, Detectives

In all his life, Alfred had never been so afraid. His heart felt like it had stopped, his legs seemed to have their own brain as they took him as fast as they could towards the hospital where Bruce, his son, had been taken.

The voice of the reporter kept repeating itself in his mind, haunting him, making his heart brake in peaces. "Bruce Wayne has just been shot."

Reporters were going crazy, wanting to know every detail of the last happenings. The entrance of the manor was full of reporters, as well as the building of Wayne Enterprises.

It had taken Alfred some minutes to know to what hospital they had taken Bruce to. Hospital staff wasn't giving any information about it.

Since Bruce had become Batman, he had feared for his life. He had feared for Batman's life. He had healed Batman's wounds on numerous times, but watching Bruce hurt, or knowing he had been hurt was a total different experience. It just seemed that for his brain Bruce Wayne and Batman where two different people at all.

"Leslie!" Alfred called seeing his long time friend who looked as panicked as he was.

"Alfred, thank goodness you're here!"

"Where is he? How is he? Is he ok? Will he be alright? Where the bloody hell is he?! Will you answer me!"

"If you stop and let me answer at least one question." Leslie said getting him into a private room. "I'm not his head doctor, and as it is, they won't tell me a thing. I know he is out of danger, but there are two other people that need you more now."

"Alfred!" a young voice said, taking Alfred's attention. He felt himself being hugged by the middle and looked down at Dave.

"Oh, my." Alfred said. He had totally forgotten about Dave and Dick.

Though both boys looked as real brothers, their reactions were totally different. Dave was crying and sniffling, looking all but small and lost as a boy his age could. Dick, on the other hand, looked scared, his eyes were wide but there was not a single tear in his eyes and he sat there breathing hard.

Without a word, Alfred just walked towards Dick and sat between both boys. Dave threw himself at him, crying while he hid his face on the man's side, while Dick just leaned against him seeking a bit of comfort.

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He stood there, watching the city below him. He held a tobacco to his mouth while he straightened his expensive looking suit. He looked straight, glaring at the building which stood proud on the middle of the metropolitan city, smoke coming out of his nostrils and mouth.

"Sir." A pale looking man entered. He was wearing a long dark coat which had evidently seen better days. He tried to look calm, but it was obvious for anyone that he was tense. He swallowed every other minute, and blinked rapidly.

"Is he dead?" the man asked with a thick accent, smoke coming out from his mouth and nostrils.

"Yes."

"Good." The man said with a smirk, throwing a white envelope towards him. "Now, get out of my sight." He said as the man caught the envelope at mid air and opened it. He then dashed out of the office.

"Akim!"

"Yeah, boss?" Another man asked with a very thick Russian accent. His face held some bruises, his lip a bit swollen and four long scratches in his left side of his face.

"You know what to do." The older man said, taking the tobacco out of his mouth and looking out of the window, "Don't fail me this time."

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It had been hours since Alfred had arrived to the hospital, and no one seemed to give him answers about Bruce's welfare. Apparently, only immediate family were to be given information, and being as his immediate family were not even tall enough to look above the nurses' counter top they refused to give information. Of course, Alfred had argued, with legal proof, that he had al the authority –given by Bruce– to take care of all things in case something happened to him.

It was in that moment that the head doctor of the hospital entered, looking a bit grim, telling him that they would give the information once the situation was a bit stable…no more.

Just as Alfred started to loose his mind and Leslie looked ready to kill someone, the doctor entered the room, to which both adults immediately jumped to talk to him, making sure not to wake both boys who had been curled against Alfred on the hospital bed, as they had been given a room to be more 'comfortable'. What where they, a hotel?

"Mr. Wayne is out of danger." The doctor started, calming Alfred and Leslie. "The bullet went through the right, didn't touch any vital organs despite the fact that it almost brushed one of his lungs. In addition, there was no much blood loss…though we did found Mr. Wayne had suffered from several injuries…some were resent, some were not."

"Spelunking!" Alfred jumped thinking of the first thing it came into his mind. "He likes to explore caves…and other extreme sports."

"Uh…strange…" The doctor started.

"I think Bruce would thank you if this was kept unsaid" Lesly said trying to help Alfred out, "His life is already too open for all…and he now has two special reasons not to get on the show spot." Leslie pointed out looking directly at the boys.

"Well…of course, Mr. Pennyworth, Dr. Thompkins." He said straightening his white coat and moving out of the room.

"Oh…Dr. Muldaur, when will Master Wayne will be able to receive visits?" Alfred asked, eager to see his charge as soon as possible.

"Once he awakes…then we'll see about sending him home soon. I'm sure he won't appreciate if we keep him here too long, nevertheless certain measures will have to be taken." With that, he left leaving a calm looking Alfred and a happy Leslie.

"Well…that was a close one."

"One that I would not be fond of repeating." Alfred said tucking both boys with a blanket.

"Rachel called."

"I'm surprised she is not here…but again, she and Master Bruce have not been on the best of terms lately."

"When will you stop with the 'Master' thing and just call him Bruce?" Leslie asked plopping down on a chair.

"That is something I can not answer." He said taking a sit besides the woman. "Ms. Melissa is supposed to arrive the day after tomorrow."

Alfred looked at the boys. Of what he knew, Bruce had yet to tell Dave about it.

"She's Dave's mom, right?" She asked, to which Alfred answered with a nod.

The room felt on a comfortable silence, the only noises where the breathing from both boys.

"You know who else called?" Leslie asked, looking down at the mobile. "Selina Kyle…never had I thought she would be interested on Bruce…again."

Alfred just chuckled, "We never do know with Bruce, don't we?"

"There you go!" Leslie said happily, "Much easier to say Bruce than 'Master' Bruce."

"It comes and goes." Alfred replied just as he heard a whimper coming from one of the boys.

They both looked over to watch Dick starting to struggle a bit with the blanket around him while he moaned and whimpered. It didn't took Alfred long to be by his side. Between moans and blubbering, Alfred did catch that the boy was calling for his father.

"Master Dick…" Alfred began trying to wake the child up.

It took a few seconds for the boy to open his eyes. He looked up at Alfred with those big blue eyes, which reminded the old man so much of Bruce's, before the boy sat up and threw himself at the grandfatherly man.

"Hush, now, Dicky…it was only a nightmare." Alfred soothed, while he exchanged a knowing glance with Leslie.

The kid cried for some minutes mumbling things. "What is that?" Alfred asked after he had calmed a bit and could talk more.

"I want Bruce!" the boy wailed, before hiding his face on the man's chest again just as the doctor entered the room, obviously ignoring the boy's cries.

"Well, Mr. Wayne has just awakened and it seems he wants to have a word with you, Mr. Pennyworth."

"I wanna see him!" Dick cried, jumping out of the bed freeing himself from Alfred's grip, although the doctor caught him by his arm as he went past him.

"I'm afraid only adults can go." He said, glancing at the boy with disdain, something neither Alfred or Leslie ignored.

"Let go!" Dick cried, struggling with the doctor.

"Dr. Muldaur…I think we can come to an arrangement." Alfred said forcing the man to let go of the boy's arm. Once freed, Dick just leaned against Alfred with crossed arms and giving a good imitation of the Batman glare to the head doctor.

"Mr. Pennyworth, Mr. Wayne has been…"

"Yes, we know what he has gone through…" Leslie cut in, "…and I am sure that if an adult is there with the child, there shouldn't be a problem…of course, we could always ask Bruce if he is not being disturbed by his ward to come and visit him…at least for a few seconds."

The doctor raised a brow at them, and looked down at the boy. "Though this would go against my better judgment, not to mention against my etiquette as a doctor…I will allow it, IF Mr. Bruce approves of it."

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Alfred stood by the door, his gaze fell on Bruce.

"Hey." Bruce greeted, giving him a bright smile.

"How are you feeling, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked coming to stand besides the bed.

"Felt better…felt worst. Though I'd prefer to be elsewhere." Bruce said trying to sit up. True, it wasn't the first time he had been shot, though it WAS the first time a bullet entered his bullet.

Alfred helped the man sit, checking his pale face and glancing around at the monitors around him. "You'll be able to go home in no time; nevertheless you'll have to keep in bed."

"I have the feeling that comes out of you and not the doctors." Bruce smirked as Alfred gave a smile. "The boys?" Bruce asked breaking the brief silence that had ensued.

"They are both fine, unharmed…unlike you."

"Dick…he called me 'Dad' after the shot."

Alfred stood rooted in his spot, silenced by the confession his young charge had told him.

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A week had gone by, as a sore Bruce Wayne walked through his home. He felt as if he had been gone for months. He had missed this place, a place which he could now call freely home.

Bruce looked down at the both talking boys, one at each side. They were both talking about how they had helped Alfred and how they had had to stay at home.

He glanced down at Dave. He had yet to tell him of his mother's arrival. Due to the former…activities for lack of a better term, Melissa had delayed her arrival wanting him to be there when she arrived at Gotham. It seemed to be best for her, since it seemed she had some things to prepare before she left Michigan to never return again. He just hoped the boy was stronger than what he had been at that age. He knew it was not easy to loose a parent.

He looked down at Dick, he looked nothing as he had looked the night he had been shot. After Alfred had told him Dick wished to see him, he had immediately demanded for the boy.

Once Dick went through the door, he stopped by the door and Bruce knew the boy had been crying his heart out, just as he felt his heart break. It wasn't a surprise for Bruce that he had had no time to even finish the boy's name when he had been crushed, literally, by the child, crying and asking…or more likely, pleading for him not to go.

Up until that moment, he had had no idea that he was so important for Dick. Yes, he knew he was 'in loco parentis', or more like a surrogate father for Dick. He had never thought before, that unlike him, the boy was too small to remember his parents every five minutes during his childhood. And yes, Alfred had been of much help, but he could never get over it. not even while starting his adulthood. Dick, though, was another story.

The boy was only six years old when he came to his home, to his life, and if it was up to Bruce, he had no plans to make it change, just as with Dave, those boys had become the center of the life of a Bruce Wayne.

"Master Bruce, Commissioner James Gordon is here to talk to you about what happened." Alfred told him, interrupting both babbling boys as Bruce raised an eyebrow at him.

After sending both boys out to the patio to play, Bruce walked into his study where he had asked Alfred to take none other than Gordon.

"Commissioner…" Bruce started walking into the room, just as the man he was used to see at night turned to face him and greet him.

Once they were settled, and both had some tea…courtesy of Alfred…the real talk started.

"I'm quite…surprised to see you here. No offense Commissioner, but I would have expected a detective to take on my case." Bruce started.

"A selected group of detectives were assigned for this case, Mr. Wayne. Though after some…discoveries…I was forced to take action into this case."

"Discoveries?" Bruce asked, more intrigued now.

"Tell me, Mr. Wayne…had you noticed something different the weeks prior to the attempt on your life?"

"No, everything was quite normal…well, as normal as my life can be." Bruce said, smiling charmingly at Gordon who smirked.

"Yes, I imagine." He said glancing around at his surroundings.

"Is there something you're trying to avoid out of the topic…or just don't know how to ask, Commissioner?" Bruce asked seriously as he looked at the man who just sat there looking at his surroundings as if trying to find something while being unnoticed.

"Mr. Wayne, from all the people, adults and children alike, you were the only shot. There was strange…evidence…found at the scene from where the killer was. Therefore, all your business had to go under investigation. Mr. Fox and some of my agents have been into it for the last days and up until now everything has been extremely according to the laws. No flaws seen." The man said before standing.

"Then I don't see the need of coming to my home and trying to find something…odd. As everybody knows, Lucius takes care of most, if not all, the business I do. And as you have said, there have been no flaws as there aren't any as far as Lucius and I am concerned."

"Thank you for your time Mr. Wayne." Gordon said as he stood up.

"Commissioner, before you go." Bruce said stopping the man as curiosity got the better of him. "If I might know, what evidence did you found on the crime scene?"

The man stopped and looked into his eyes, before speaking and leaving Bruce dumbstruck as the man handed him a photo of a batarang.

"As far as I know, Mr. Wayne, and according to my book, Batman doesn't kill…or does it at daylight leaving his sign in the open."

Please review and No, I did not proofread this before posting…sorry! Just ignore the mistakes…and I wasn't too lazy for this, but am too busy to proofread!