Dad is the Highest Rank

A Young Justice fanfic

Written by: NoOneImportant105.9

A/N: YAY! Chapter 10! Big whoop right? Well here's all the nice father/son stuff you've all been waiting for...but not for Conner...at least not yet .-. Anywhodizzles! Hope you like it!

Warnings: ! HEE HEE HEE!

Disclaimers:You make me sad DC and CN...

Chapter 10-The Only Thing that Matters

Batman pulled into the Batcave just around 3:05 in the morning, the boys and resident dog awoke just as he cut the engine. Conner and Dick stretched, Dick wincing a little when he accidently pulled on his wounds.

Batman pulled off his cowl and soon changed from Batman to Bruce in an instant. He turned to the two teens as they clambered out of the Batmobile, still a bit drowsy from the car ride. "Welcome back Master Bruce and Master Richard," came the voice of Bruce's faithful British butler Alfred Pennyworth. He was standing next to the Bat Computer, Bruce approached his father figure "Alfred, Dick need medical attention..." he said, Dick rolled his eyes "It's not that-" he sut up when he recived a look from his father. He silently shuffled toward the med bay with Alfred following, Conner was about to walk after them when Bruce called him back, "Conner, come here." Sighing, Conner made his way to his godfather, who was sitting on the chair infront of the Bat Computer.

"Yes Uncle Bruce?" he said once he was standing infront of the seated man. Bruce looked at his godson for a few seconds before speaking, "You know you're in a heap of trouble right?" Conner nodded in response "And I will be telling your father about this," that made Conner snap in an instant, "SO what? It's not like he's gonna be here to say anything!" he said sharply.

Bruce arched an eyebrow, obviously suprised at the boy's sudden outburst. "Conner, you know it's not his fault he can't-" "That he can't even be here on the day his son was gonna become a hero! Or even be there when he promised to! I've had it with getting my hopes up about my Dad ever coming home, I've had it!" Conner shouted, frustrated tears beginning to form in his raged filled eyes.

Bruce stood and placed a comforting hand on the fuming boy's shoulder, "Conner listen-" but Conner cut him off again "NO! I've had it! I've had it with my hopes being crushed! He might as well not come home!" he snapped, pushing Bruce hand away. "Conner please, if you would just listen..." Bruce pleaded, not liking the fact that his godson was upset. "No! I don't wanna hear it!" Conner said as he stomped away towards the elevator leading to the manor, "Conner!" Bruce called to him, but fell on deaf ears.

He sighed when the elevator closed, he collapsed on his chair and rubbed his tired blue eyes. 'He's almost as stubborn as you are Clark...' he thought, running his hand through his black locks. "Bruce? What happened?" he heard his son call, he turned in his seat and saw Richard approach him, the boy was covered in bandages. Bruce didn't answer right away, he just sighed and motioned Richard to come closer.

Dick approached his father, "What happened?" he asked again, his eyes showing curiosity. "Let's just say...Conner has had enough..." Bruce answered his son, placing his head in his palm. Dick looked down, he knew just how much Conner missed his father but knowing Conner, he doesn't want anyone to see just how much. Dick remembered how his friend was looking at the father and son playing at the park, he had this look that was combination of longing and sadness. Dick felt a little sorry for his friend, but it really wasn't Clark's fault...but then again...Three years away from your only child is a little too much for even Superman to handle.

Dick didn't know how long he was lost in thought, because when he felt Bruce place a hand on his shoulder he couldn't help but jump a little. Dick offered his father a small smile, which Bruce returned just as softly, "Dad...Do you think Clark will ever come back?" he asked, his eyes searching his mentor's. Bruce sighed again, "I don't know Dick...I honestly don't know," he answered wearily. Dick looked away again, "Can't you do something about it?" he asked, Bruce gave him a look that read 'Are-you-serious?' "I don't like getting involved with the military..." the Dark Knight answered, standing. Dick reached out grasped his father's arm tightly, "Bruce please! You have to try!" he pleaded looking up into Bruce's own blue eyes.

Bruce looked back at his child, he can see the sheer determination in those baby blue orbs. He knew Dick wanted do this for his friend...or brother he should say, and to be honest...Bruce wanted to do the same for Conner, the boy was pratically like another son to him. He promised Clark he would do everthing in his power to make Conner happy...but they all knew that the only thing that mattered to Conner, was that his father would come home.

Reaching up, he ran his gloved hand through Dick's hair, the boy leaning into his touch, "I don't know if I can Richard...In order to get permission to get time off, it needs to approved by the Pentagon," he explained. Dick glared up at his father, "I don't care if it has to be approved by freakin' Chuck Norris, Lord Voldermort or what not! I just don't want my brother to be sad anymore!" he exclaimed, clutching the front of his father's Bat Suit in a firm grip. Bruce was surprised at his little bird's out burst, but he can see some truth to it as well...he was tired of seeing Conner upest as well. Placing both hands on his son's small narrow shoulders, he said "I'll try Richard."

Dick just looked at him for awhile, then he leaned forward and hugged his father around the waist, and nuzzled his head against Bruce's strong chest "I'll hold you to that..." he mumbled, his voice muffled by the Kevlar lined suit. Bruce chuckled as he hugged his son back, they stayed like that for a good while before Dick pulled away "Imma go see how Conner's doing," he said as he began to make his way to the elevator.

Bruce hook his head, before he was able to turn around again' he heard Dick call back "Dad! What about the team?" Bruce arched an eyebrow at him, "Give me three days," he responded. That earned him a pout from his son before the little bird exited the cave.

Dick ran up the stairs of the Wayne manor, stopping at the door next to his bedroom, he knocked lightly, "Conner? Are you sleeping?" he asked. "No I'm skydiving," came the smart response from his fellow compadre-in-crime. Rolling his eyes, Dick entered the room where he saw Conner sitting up on the bed and fiddling with the dogtags around his neck.

"What's eating ya?" the Boy Wonder asked as he flopped down onto the comfortable matteress, supporting his head with his palm as he looked at his brooding friend. "I don't know..." Conner mumbled, still playing with the dogtags his dear father gave to him.

"You can tell me," Dick urged gently, now shifting to a sitting postion infront of his friend. Conner was silent for awhile before answering "It's just...I just want my Dad to come home...that's all..." he said hesitantly, still not looking at Dick. "I know..." Dick reached out and placed a comforting hand on Conner's denim covered knee, "Do you?" Conner retorted, arching an eyebrow at his little brother. "I do...I know how it's like missing a parent, even now when Bruce goes away on League missions or business trips...I miss him...him and my real parents.." Dick said softly, smiling at his brother. "At least Bruce comes back...I can only settle with letters and video calls..." Conner replied, clutching the chains tightly, but not tight enough to crush them.

"Conner don't say that...You know your Dad wants to come home more than anything, you're the reason why he puts on that uniform...he fights for you," Dick said, staring right into Conner's ocean colored eyes. Conner had to blink away tears at his friend's response, he felt stupid...blaming his father for not coming home, he let his anger and disappointment cloud his judgement.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, looking downwards in shame. Krypto whimpered beside the Boy of Steel, he climbed up onto the bed and rested his head against Conner's lap, looking up at his master with sad blue eyes. Dick shifted so he was sitting next to his brother, he placed a comforting arm around the Boy of Steel's shoulders and leaned his head against the black fabric of Conner's pajama shirt. "It's okay, you miss him..." Dick whispered, Conner leaned his own head onto Dick's much smaller one.

They stayed like that for a good while, both boys petting Krypto gently as they continued to lean on one another, not caring if this was out of their character...because right now, it was all that mattered.(1)

Bruce sat back in his seat heavily, he heard footsteps approach his seat. "Well Master Bruce? How do you plan on getting Master Clark back home?" Alfred asked, as he set a tea tray beside his surrogate son. Bruce took the cup and took a small sip, "I don't care if I have to blackmail the Pentagon, I just don't want to see Conner upset anymore..." he said, staring into the steaming china cup.

He heard Alfred chuckle beside him, "What is going to be your first step, if I may ask sir?" he was quite interested on how his son was going to plan this out. A confident smirk made itself known on Bruce's lips, as he drained the cup of the warm liquid. He stood, pulling the cowl back on his face, becoming Batman once more, a determined air surrounded the Caped Crusader. "I'm going to pay a certain solider a visit..." he answered smugly, before making his way to the Bat Plane.

As Alfred picked up the empty cup, and with a smile on his aging face he said "As kids say these days Master Bruce, 'Right on'" then soon the plane zoomed out of the cave.

~End~

A/N: Chapter 10 done! Hope you guys liked it!

(1) That's how me and my sister would comfort each other whenever one of us would be down. And like Conner, we know how it's like growing up without your father there. I haven't seen my father since I was 5 years old...I saw him again when I was 11, I'm 16 now, that was 4 years ago...I had to refrain myself from crying when he called me just 2 days ago...I really miss him.

Enough of the sappy crap, leave a review! But no flames!

Adios biatchos!