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Pairings: Bruce/Diana, BM/WW (*fangirl!shriek*), Bruce/Dick (father/son) Diana/Dick (mother/son- just read), Barry/Dick (uncle/nephew), Ollie/Dick (uncle/nephew)

Summary: BM/WW. Dick is hurt and having nightmares. Mommy-DiDi not happy...

Warnings: Mild suggestive flirting.

Batman walked into the Meeting Room and grunted something which, in Bat-Speak, supposedly meant "I'm-late-whatever-let's-get-on-with-this." Superman rolled his eyes, turning towards the board. He chose to ignore how the Bat's normal growl was much more of a protective snarl. But, the Amazonian princess noticed. Sapphire eyes rolled over to across the table, near the door, where the Dark Knight sat. There was an odd lump under his cape, and Diana stifled a giggle. Robin...

Her gaze was focused so much on where Robin was hiding, she didn't hear Superman calling her name, until-

"Princess?"

Bruce's growl snapped her from her thoughts. "Yes?"

"Can I help you?"

She shrugged. "I was wondering why Robin refuses to leave his refuge."

All at once, Bruce's face softened and hardened at the same time. Diana could see- even with his cowl on- the pure... hurting, the rage- in his navy eyes. "Robin isn't here."

"Then what's under the cape?" Barry (who had removed his cowl before the meeting) inquired, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Batman wasn't one to show his feelings around others, but, for once, he shifted uncomfortably. "Nothing."

Oliver frowned. "Bruce, if it's something important, than-"

"Fine."

He stood and pulled away his cape to reveal a large black boot over his right foot. Everyone had varied glances of surprise (or humor, in Flash's and Green Arrow's case) on their faces. Looking even angrier, the Dark Knight sat back down, pulling his cape to cover up his full body.

"What happened?" It was Hal that offered the question.

Under the mask, Bruce's eye twitched. J'onn could sense an overpowering feeling on pain and anger from him. "Two-Face happened. Now, can we get on with the meeting?"

"Wait." This time, it was Barry. His green eyes were wide with sudden worry. "Where's Robin?"

Batman said nothing, simply glared over at the holographic screen. "Let's get on with the meeting."

"Bruce," Diana said comforting, but demanding, leaning over the table. "Where. Is. Richard?"

The Dark Knight paused.

"Come with me."

…

In the end, it was only Oliver, Barry, and Diana that came with him. Oliver and Barry- because they were the boy's 'uncles' (and, though he would never tell them, for fear of incessant stalking) his two legal godfathers, behind Lucius and Clark. Yeah. Bruce had three back-up plans for his back-up plan's back-up plan. And Diana because- well, no one wanted to be on the bad side of a pissy Amazonian warrioress/princess. Especially is she was 'gifted by the gods'.

They took the zeta-beams down to the BatCave. Batman pulled down his cowl and (very begrudgingly) stalked over to the changing screen. "Change."

Sure enough, he had clothes for all of them- Ollie: "How'd you get my favorite cashmere sweater!" Diana: "Don't ask, Ollie... Don't ask..."

They all changed, Bruce putting on very wide-ankled pants to hide his bulky cast, though it showed on his feet, and a thick sweater. Oliver and Barry wore close to the same, while Diana had on a loose pencil skirt and a v-neck cotton tee, tucked in at the waist.

Without saying any more, the Dark Knight led the way over to the elevator- Normally, he wouldn't use it, but, with his cast, he somewhat had to.

When they reached the bookcase entrance to the Manor, Bruce led the way out. Almost frighteningly, Alfred was there. But, instead of holding a jug of ice water and a platter of cookies, he was holding a white medical box and a basin of lukewarm water, a rag splayed over the side. With an unsurprised nod to the 'guests', Alfred spoke solemnly, "Would you care to see the young Master, then?"

Diana nodded, grabbing onto Alfred's elbow and jostling the water. "Where is he?"

"His room, Miss Princess."

Instantly, Diana was floating up the stairs, Barry running at lightning speed behind her. Oliver cocked an eyebrow, but followed slowly, keeping time with Bruce's pace. "How is he?"

The blonde man didn't see the slight glaze in his friend's eyes. "A bit bruised." Nor the quaver in his voice.

They reached the open door and saw Diana sitting on the train-track bed, leaning over a small body. Barry was standing facing away from the door, his hands rubbing damp eyes. And, on the bed, was little Richard Grayson. The poor boy had his head wrapped up, a slight red stain in one spot. His hair was sticking to his face, sweaty and smelling something terrible. His hand was in a firm cast, from elbow to finger-tip. And, his tiny chest, with still a slight smidge of baby-fat pudge, was wrapped tightly with bandages. Eyes darted back and forth beneath his eyelids, and a soft, strained murmur came from his lips.

"T-Tati... H-Help... Don't let h-h-him h-hurt me..." The words could hardly be heard, except for by Diana. She gently brushed some coal-black hair from the child's face, her eyes filling with tears.

"Bruce, how bad is it?"

Bruce sighed heavily, swallowing and turning away from Barry and Oliver, who were both sending him furious glares. "Light concussion, but for his age, it's still pretty bad. Bruised ribs, and a broken wrist."

"How the He-" Barry cleared his throat, "heck did this happen?"

"Two Face."

Nothing more was said-

"BRUCE!"

The anguished scream rippled through the Manor effectively, drawing eyes from all. Even with his boot on, Bruce was able to wobble over at a speed to make Barry proud (which it did). He pushed Diana away, to the woman's dislike, and pulled Dick into a sitting position. The boy's eyes snapped open, and a loud gasp came from his lips. When he saw Bruce, tears leaked out of his eyes. "B-Bwuce!" In his anguish, Dick's voice was slurred. "Bwuce! You'we okay!" He leaned forward, letting his foster-father embrace him gently, trying not to hurt his ribs.

"You're okay, Dick-"

"No!" the boy cried out, hugging tighter and trying to ignore his own hurt. "N-No! Two Face a-a-a-and Jokew a-and Widdlewr! D-Dey hurt you, Bwuce!"

Barry watched, his heart aching for his other 'nephew'. Oliver was calm- as calm as he could be- but burning with rage on the inside. Diana wasn't trying to hide her anger.

"I promise, Dickie, they're not gonna get me or you."

For several minutes, Bruce just sat there, rocking Dick back and forth. Barry started to back away a bit, realizing there was nothing he could do. He had come to check on Richard, and he had succeeded. Oliver, too, saw there was nothing left to take place. So, silently, the two made their way out of the room.

"Run me home?"

"Pft..."

"Pleeeeeease?"

"...Fine..."

Diana watched with distress as Bruce rocked his 'son' back and forth. Dick hadn't stopped crying, and his brain was likely swelling from the tears and the concussion combined. So, she thought back to a lullaby her mother had sung to her when she was a child, not able to sleep from her nightmares of her 'father'.

"Hush, hush hush, little soldier... Hush, hush hush, little soldier... Hush, hush hush, little soldier... I will make everything alright..."

Her soothing, melodic tone reached Dick's ears, and his sobbing quieted a bit.

"Be brave now, little warrior... Be brave now, littler warrior... Be brave now, little warrior... Mother will hold you tiiiight..."

At this, Dick's hold around Bruce loosened. Slightly surprised eyes looked over to the princess, who continued her song.

"Go to sleep now, little Prince... Go to sleep now, little Prince... Go to sleep now, little Prince... Mother will make things right..."

Dick was completely loose in his surrogate father's arms by now, his eyes fluttering gently as he tried to stay awake. His long, thick eyelashes were stained heavily with tears, but his dry lips managed to force out, "D-Diana?" in a long, punctuated yawn.

The woman was gently stroking what little, scattered hair could be seen on his head. "Yes, Richard?"

"A-Awe you and Bwuce... Gonna get mawried?"

The billionaire's face flushed deep crimson, and he averted his eyes from the princess. "Why would you ask that, Dick?"

He shrugged lightly as Bruce placed him back under his blankets. "I was hoping... I- I cwould cawl Di 'Mommy'..."

And with that, the child fell asleep.

There was a long, awkward pause.

Bruce cleared his throat. "Are- do you- I mean- Are you going to stay the night?"

She nodded, tucking the blankets in around Richard's neck. "In case he wakes up again... If you don't mind..."

Bruce shrugged as he pulled himself up and across the room, towards a tiny couch in the corner. "You can take the couch. I'll sleep in the rocking chair."

"No." Her tone was fierce. "Don't be sexist, Bruce. You can take the couch, okay?"

He rolled his eyes at her. "Yeah, right." And took a pillow from the foot of the bed, being careful to be quiet. He threw it on the floor unceremoniously and grabbed a blanket, tossing it to Diana. He turned to grab one for himself, but, when he turned back around, Diana was already on the floor, bundled up.

Bruce frowned. I am not going to let her... Ooh, princesses...

So, he simply laid down a good two feet from her, wrapping himself up.

After a long silence-

"We could share a pillow."

Bruce looked over at her, watching her shy blue eyes turn mischievous.

"Why? We could just share the couch."

She smirked and stood silently, gesturing for Bruce to lay down. He did so, getting as close to the wall as the backless couch would let him. Diana cuddled in next to him, letting her arms wrap around his chest. "Makes more space."

He grunted, wrapping his own arms around her and burrowing his face gently into her thick black hair. "I think we both know that's not the best part."

She giggled-

Dick stirred. "W-Wha...?"

Bruce froze, praying that his ward wouldn't look over. After all, Batman with his arms and legs tangled around Wonder Woman- not quite the best mentor look.

But, the boy didn't move anymore, and soon enough, his snores filled the room.

Diana sighed, letting her face lightly dig into his sweater.

"Maybe we should switch into pajamas."

She scoffed at his suggestion. "I don't have any."

"Natural PJ's work, too."

"Watch it, Wayne."

A bit more BM/WW based than Dickie, sorry.

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I had originally promised 2 chapters to my BFF, Du'Varg (check out her BEASTLY Harry Potter stories!), but it's past 9, and I'm supposed to be in the shower. So, 'nuff said.

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