A/N thanks to ruthrod97, Scotty1609 and HPmarauder18 for favouriting the story.
disclaimer: I Don't Know... do i look like i own it?
Ever since the particular incident with Bullseye Bruce hadn't let Dick out of his sight for more then a few minutes at a time. And even when Bruce wasn't around, Dick still had that strangest feeling that Bruce knew exactly where he was and what he was doing. His theory was only proven when at 6:30 in the morning, Dick decided to sneak downstairs to play in the garden. He looked around and made sure he was vewy, vewy qwiet and he was about to do something that Bruce and Alfred told him not to do a millions times, slide down the banister and swing from the chandelier.
The first time he stepped in the manor his eyes were always drawn to the large chandelier and the prospect of swinging from it was more than he could dream of. He needed to feel the rush of air that only came from swinging and the adrenaline when its so high up. He already had one leg over the banister and was hoisting the rest of his body up when he heard someone clear their throat from the bottom of the stairs.
He looked down very slowly and saw Bruce looking up at him with a small smirk on his face. They had a stare down for a while, in which Alfred came in to call for dinner and saw their peculiar positions. Dick still had one leg on the banister with both arms gripping the wood tightly and his head looking over his shoulder to stare at Bruce. And Bruce looking up with and amused smile with his arms crossed and looking as if he had all the time in the world.
"Though I understand the importance of this conversation, and I apologize for interrupting, but dinner is ready and you will not expect me to be waiting until this childish matter is finished."
Two pairs of eyes turned to him in surprise and at an unseen signal Bruce ran past Alfred to the dining room as Dick did a backflip and started running down the banister as if on a normal ramp, doing a small twist as he neared the end and chasing after Bruce. Alfred just shook his head and followed at a more leisurely pace.
As Dick and Bruce neared the dining room, both were assaulted with the amazing aroma that was Alfred's God given talent of cooking. Guardian and ward both let out a relieved sigh to know the food didn't go cold and walked to their proper seats. Dick was chatting excitedly about the fact that he had been using the new gym much more and bringing up that he kicked a bad guy and saved Green Arrow again. Bruce just nodded and started thinking more about the fact that it had almost been four months with the child and he seemed to be healing, as well as developing his english. He could now go an entire conversation and only slipping up once or twice.
Dick was going into great detail about the new short story he wrote when Alfred came in and walked over to Bruce with a stoic face. He leaned down and whispered a few things to Bruce and a few more moments of their whispered conversation ended when Bruce got up and started heading to his study. Dick just looked down and started eating again, though a lot slower than before. he was used to this by now. The few times where Bruce would come eat with him and something or another came up causing him to leave halfway through.
He finished up his dinner and helped Alfred clean up the table before heading to the living room. If he was lucky, he would still be able to catch the end of the tour through theLarge Hadron Collider (the largest particle accelerator in the world!) The man on screen was just about to finish the show when a news update interrupted it.
Dick groaned and was about to turn the TV off when he noticed the familiar lights of the WAYNETECH building. Dick gasped and started turning the volume up and pulling one of the couch pillows into his arms.
"Vicky Vale reporting for some breaking news. We are now in front of the Waynetech facility as a battle between Batman and The Penguin. Penguin was just about to rob a local museum of there new display-"
The picture of a golden eagle with emerald eyes and a ruby in its chest appeared on the screen."
"-'the king of the skies' when Batman intervened."
The screen flashed back to the fight just as a series of explosions were heard and Dick had a glimpse of a few men wearing black with yellow beaks (A/N idk if he has henchman but i want him too) causing havoc and fighting back the police from the building.
The camera zoomed into the building and Dick filtered out the sound of the annoying woman who kept talking to focus on the fight. Dick was jumping up and down while clenching his pillow until his knuckles were white. He shoved the corner of the pillow into his mouth to stop him from grinding his teeth (Alfred said it would make his jaw hurt later on). Then let out a gasp when he saw Penguin open up his umbrella, getting ready to fly away, when Batman kicked him in the face and Penguin turned around and stabbed Batman in the chest. He started cheering when Batman was able to knock out the bad guy and pulled out his grappling hook.
He turned off the TV as Batman disappeared and ran up to his room. He had heard from his mother that if he needed help that he should do this. So he clasped his hands in front of him and looked out his window at the moon. 'Please let Batman be okay, please. Let my hero be okay.' He crossed one of his hands across his chest and started getting ready for bed, trying not to let any of his nervousness show.
Bruce grunted as he got out of the Batmobile. He had just been able to dodge that final lunge to the chest but it had ended up hitting his arm. He walked over to something that looked like a fire pole. He gripped it with his uninjured arm and allowed it to pull him up. He noticed Alfred was already waiting for him near the med bay and allowed himself a small smirk.
He walked slowly upstairs and from routine, he stopped by his ward's door and looked in. He just saw Dick staring up at the ceiling. He was all dressed for bed and it looked as if he was ready to pass out any minute, but whenever his eyes started to droop he would rip them open and continue staring. Bruce was about to close the door when he heard the small voice.
"You can come in Bruce."
Bruce started, he hadn't made a noise and yet the child could hear him, but came in anyways. He sat on the bed and watched as Dick got into a sitting position. They sat in compatible silence for a while before Bruce let out a small sigh.
"Why are you up so late? It's practically 2 in the morning."
Dick looked out the window and just sat there. Then he let out his own small breath and replied.
"Crezi că e bine?" Do you think he's alright?
"Cine?" Who?
"Batman. I saw him get stabbed and then he disappeared and he didn't come back and I thought he left and I don't want him to leave and what if he died and no one knew and he might be lonely too and he's too injured to heal himself or bandage the wound and what if-"
He was cut off as he heard a noise to his right. He turned around to see Bruce valiantly trying to hold back his laughter. He huffed and crossed his arms, trying to find out was so funny. They waited for a while as Bruce slowly regained his composure.
"Dick, do you think Batman is strong?" A nod.
"Then why would you be worried?" A confused look.
"I let you in on a secret. When I came back to the manor after my work I saw him." A unbelieving gaze.
"Wha- You think I'm lying!?" A sharp nod.
Both of them started laughing which was cut off by two simultaneous yawns. Bruce helped tuck Dick in and was about to leave the room when a soft voice stopped him.
"I wonder if he's lonely? I'd like to help him."
Bruce turned around just to see that Dick drifted off. 'Don't worry. You've helped him more then you would know.'
A/N i suck at fight scenes sooooo sorry. If you did want a fight scene i might come back and revise this chapter. PEACE.