Note: Just wanted to take this time to answer a few questions that a few have been asking. Will Dick be introduced as Robin in this? Well, originally this was only going to go up to Dick's first year, meaning I'm taking him up to his first words and his first steps but not his introduction as Robin, however, I haven't thought that far ahead, though I might add a little look in the future. The thing is, there are so many great stories about Dick's first year as Robin in the fandom already that I'm not original enough to think of new ones. But fear not I do have a few more chapters ahead. So look forward to those. My guess is that we have about six to seven more chapters before I wrap it up. For now enjoy some light-hearted drabbles.

As always thank you for the continuing support and the wonderful reviews. Any guesses on who will be coming in the next drabble?


Spoiled:

It wasn't that Clark believed that Bruce wouldn't raise Dick to be a respectable young man. If anything Clark expected a lot from the baby as he grew, considering that his father was both Bruce Wayne aka Batman. But, that was just it; Dick was the son of Bruce Wayne and The Batman. Who else could brag to the world that their father was not only one of the richest men alive but he was the legendary Batman who had countless times saved the world? So maybe Clark was a little worried that Dick might grow up a bit spoiled. Actually if the gifts that flooded Dick's toy room were any indication Clark already knew that Dick would no doubt grow up like a little prince.

Not that he wasn't already.

But it wasn't like he could put all the blame on Bruce. He has to admit that he does his own share of coddling Dick. So there was no way ANY child would grow up unspoiled by that. Dick had practically two of the most powerful men on their knees with one look. That was where Alfred came in, because someone really needed to say no and Clark was Bruce was too weak to deny those wide palatinate blues.


Weak:

Contrary to what Master Bruce and Master Clark thought, Alfred was not a tyrant in raising his youngest charge. True, he hated seeing Master Dick with even a speck on dirt on his clothes and his diet consisted of only the best and healthiest food. Admittedly even the older man had his moments. Besides there were only so many times you could say no to Richard Wayne. With that said Alfred sighed in defeat as wide puppy eyes stared at him, the shining familiar blues undoing years of practiced aloofness.

Admitting defeat in a losing battle Alfred turned to a cabinet and dug behind a few boxes to pull out a hidden treasure. Wrinkling his nose in distaste of the colorful snacks he gingerly poured a small amount of the sugary cereal onto Master Dicks highchair. The baby seeing the reward from his work attacked the rare goods, popping them in his mouth quickly and chewing happily on them.

Alfred soon shoved the rest of the cereal back to its hiding place before turning to the baby.

"Now don't go babbling to your father about this."


Uncle:

Even though Clark worked in an industry that made itself its business to stick its nose in everything, did not mean that he liked reading about them. On the contrary he tended to avoid them, especially celebrity magazines. To him the colorful articles were nothing more than baseless rumors and assumptions concocted by people with way too much time on their hands. And it boggled his mind how anyone would want to know about what type of shampoo a star uses or what color their undergarments were that day.

So he shouldn't have even glanced twice at the magazine splayed over on Lois's desk, but the brightly printed paper had been turned to a picture of a certain billionaire baby. Clark remembered vaguely Bruce telling him about hiring a professional baby photographer to give out new pictures to the public.

The photo was of Dick dressed in a blue footie pajama that was purposely chosen to match the shade of his eyes, bringing out those blues that everyone was so in love with. Dick was smiling at the picture, his eyes which were turned to the camera was staring a little ways, which Clark assumed was Bruce who had been standing behind the photographer. It wasn't like he was really into the magazine, but it was his nephew…practically. So he took the magazine to his desk, skimming through the article title Bruce's billion dollar baby before shaking his head and continuing on. Of course like every celebrity magazine there a poll on the end asking people to vote, on this particular magazine it asked who America's cutest baby was. It wasn't as if he was really into the magazine, he was just curious that's all. So what if he went online to take the poll, and so what if over the course of a few hours that he should have been working was spent time clicking away on a certain Wayne name. He had time to spare anyway.

And really he just bought the next magazine because clearly he was just a bit curious, it's not like it was a surprise that Dick had won the poll. He didn't go up telling the whole world the fact that contest wasn't even a contest because obviously Dick would win, he just told Lois and Jimmy and maybe a few people he met on the way up. And he certainly wasn't like those overly annoying parents who boasted every little thing their children did. That was Bruce's job.

He was just a proud uncle damn it. Leave him alone.


Bargaining:

There was a strict rule that Bruce set up when he started his vigilante lifestyle. It was that bargaining-was the last option. It did no good when the criminal thought he had the upper hand. So Batman was always quick to act when he saw any opportunity the criminal had to getting a hostage. Even if they did have a hostage Batman dealt with it swiftly, his plan was always to strike even before they could open their mouth to ask to a trade. It was what kept many deaths from occurring and many criminals from escaping.

Unfortunately, those same rules didn't apply very well to everything else. As of right now, his seven month old son was holding his car keys hostage.

"Come on Dickie, give the keys to daddy." He held a palm open to his son who stared at the hand before shaking his head and tightening his hold on his hostage. Bruce had earlier tried to just pry the keys from the baby's hands only to earn an ear splitting tantrum and a look of disapproval from his butler.

Even for a man who fought in the shadows and used every opportunity to get the job done Bruce was also a man of honor, he would not be swayed to abandon his rules.

…but… there were exceptions to all the rules and this…could be one of them. So finally he brought out his secret weapon.

"Look Dickie," He waved a stuffed elephant that Dick seemed to be so found of lately in front of the infants face, "you want Zitka?" Hopefully the baby would give up his keys to get his friend.

It seemed to work as the child looked up at the stuffed elephant before looking at the keys in his hands as he seemed to contemplate on which one he wanted more. Bruce almost felt giddy with excitement as one of his tiny hands let go of the keys and raised to grab the toy.

"No baby, first give the keys to daddy." He pulled the toy away from the child's reach as he once again tried to carefully take the keys from his hands. Suddenly as if sensing the trick the baby looked down at the keys slowly being pulled from his grip. In that short realization the baby pulled back once again gripping the keys to his chest and whining.

"Aw come on." Bruce wanted to hit himself, so close.

"Come on Dickie, Zitka for the keys, fair trade right?" The baby looked up at his dad his eyes dancing from his stuffed toy to the keys before turning to his dad once again. Suddenly a deep pout formed on his lips.

"Oh no…"

A while later…

Alfred walked into the study room where he had left his two charges earlier and raised a white brow at the adult sitting on the floor his head down in defeat, something that would have been unheard of to see. The reason for his charges sudden change of aura was sitting by him with a set of keys in one hand and a stuffed elephant in another.

Now that was one battle he was sure even Batman couldn't win.


Roy:

"Queen." Oliver Queen wished he could be anywhere but here right now. Here, meaning standing in front of Wayne manor getting glared at by one of the few men who could scare him. The smile on his face faltered before dropping automatically.

"Ah, Bruce…good to see you." The other billionaire greeted waiting for the other man to let him in. Sharp blue eyes burned through him probably taking in his appearance. He twitched uncomfortably from the critical eye hoping that what he was wearing was fine. He had prepared himself in a professional manner, making sure his suit was pressed and without a hint of lint. It wasn't long before those same eyes settled on the small child behind him.

Oh, right.

"Er, this is Roy Harper, he's a family friend. His parents asked me baby sit him for a while." The two ignored the shout of 'I'm not a baby!' before Bruce turned around and silently gave the order to follow him in. Sighing, Oliver turned to the pouting toddler behind him.

"Come on kid, let's get this over with." The tiny red head crossed his arms before glaring up at him.

"You better be fast." The fiery child pursed his lips making Oliver laugh.

"Yeah yeah kid, just come on and don't make any trouble." The two entered the Wayne manor and even coming from affluent backgrounds themselves couldn't help but gape at the priceless paintings wonderfully positioned around the house. The shining marble floors and high ceilings making the manor seem more like a castle than anything.

Ollie kept glancing at the gaping child making sure he didn't fall behind and get lost. It wasn't his plan to take the kid with him and meet Bruce out of costume. In truth many of them stayed away from each other seeing as they had their own lives to live. It was never a good thing to mix their superhero lives with their civilian personas, excluding of course Superman and Batman which couldn't be help considering their occupation.

Unfortunately this time it couldn't be help as the two billionaires shared a mutual client that had dealings with both their companies.

The two quietly followed the brunet as they were led to a wide room that housed a finely carved oak table on the side. Two uncomfortable looking antique chairs were positioned across from each other between the oak desk. The desk was covered in paperwork which Ollie assumed were for the client. On the opposite side of the room was a small playpen which caged the baby Wayne. Dick was in his bumper seat surrounded by blocks as the tiny tot looked up from chewing on the blocks in each of his hand.

"Hey there little man." He greeted going over to the baby and ruffling his hair and earning a small smile from the baby. He turned back to the child who was following him and lightly pulled the toddler closer to his company.

"Roy this is Dick, why don't you play here with him while me and Mr. Wayne there do some boring paper work?" He pointed to the desk where Bruce was waiting. He hoped that the kid would listen to him for once; the kid had a tendency to disobey his every order. The red head turned to look at the drooling baby and scrunched his face in disgust.

"No. I don't want to. I'm five, I'm not a baby."

"Come on kid," he nudged, "if you just sit here and be quiet I'll treat ya to some ice cream later." The red head tilted his head as if deciding before nodding.

"Fine, but I get three scoops." Roy held up three of his stubby fingers daring the older man to refuse.

"Fine whatever, I'm not gonna be the one dealing with your sugar rush anyway." He mumbled before carrying the toddler over the pen next to the baby.

"Play nice." He warned before walking to the other side of the room.

Roy hated this. Why didn't mommy and daddy take him with them? All they said was that they were going to do some adult things and they wouldn't be able to take him. But he was five! He was practically an adult already. Huffing at the outcome of his day he took a look at the baby next to him feasting on the block.

"That's not how you play wif it." He explained, "you got'sa build it to make a castle. Here I'll show you."

Babies are so dumb. He thought as he began to gather the scattered blocks to show the right way to play with them.

The infant suddenly interested with his new playmate watched as the other boy slowly began to stack one block on top of the other. It wasn't long before he had soon used all of them to make a decent sized building. Roy sat back frowning at the fact that he was done when he turned to the baby before him.

Dick looked down at his own blocks in his hands before offering one of them to the redhead. Roy crawled forward to take the offered toy when it suddenly went flying towards him, hitting him on his head.

"Hey!" He shouted at the baby rubbing the small bump on his head as the baby giggled, "That's not funny!" He pouted ignoring the warning shout of 'Roy!' from his guardian. Dick suddenly widened his eyes, stopping his giggling before once again offering the other block in his grasp as a peace offering. The two men watched as the red haired child eyed the baby suspiciously before slowly going down to grab the block.

Taking the block the red head turned to add to his building, unfortunately from him he was now in arms reach of the baby and not a second later did he feel a sharp pain on his head where the baby had grabbed a fist full of his short red hair.

"Ow!" He jerked away from the baby's hold violently, ready to do the same to the baby. He was stopped when he was suddenly lifted up by his armpits by his guardian. The man sensing what the older child would do had run over, fear of dying a painful death being his fuel.

"Don't do that! You want me to die?" The blond asked tactlessly peering from the corner of his eyes at Bruce who had already been standing up. He waited as the child finally stopped wiggling in his hold before lifting him eye to eye at arms length.

"Look kid, don't do anything rash ok? No slapping, hitting, hair pulling and I'll take you to the slides too, we got a deal?" The red head glared at the baby, but the thought of going to the slides…he nodded reluctantly before he was finally released.

Seeing that he had gotten through to the kid, the blond slowly walked away glancing a few times at the two children before finding his way back to his seat. That was too close.

"So…where were we?" Bruce seeing the situation had been defused yet a bit wary continued on as he handed the other man his stack of papers to look over.

It was a few minutes later when the two men were well into the documents before them that Ollie felt rather then saw the hand lifting up from the corner of his eyes. Too late and far away from the two children he could only watch in horror as Roy had taken a chubby cheek between his finger and pinched the soft flesh.

"Now we're even." The child said smugly as wide blues shined with tears and a deep pout formed. Like the calm before the storm the red head walked out of the play pen and in front of the two men, large green eyes staring up at his frozen guardian in innocence.

"You never said no pinching." Roy explained unaware of the danger he just put them in as he covered his ears right as a loud wail echoed around the room. The cheek that was pinched was already turning pink and swelling slightly and he knew without a doubt that there was no way he could avoid the pain that was coming. The archer stood there feeling crackling of thunder behind him and feeling a deep seated dread plunge his stomach.

Aw crap, he knew he shouldn't have brought the kid with him.

TBC