Chapter: 20

"Bruce! I JUST HAD AN EPIPHANY!" 10 year-old Dick Grayson burst into Bruce Wayne's home office. Of course, the billionaire wasn't bothered by it (if it got him away from the paper work he was all for it), at first that was. The minute he heard the word epiphany his face blanched. His mind involuntarily flash back to the last time that word escaped Dick's mouth, he was 8 at the time, Bruce barely suppressed a shiver that threatened to wrack his body. It wasn't pretty.

"Uh and….what…is it that…you discovered…exactly?" Bruce's words were forced out, truthfully he didn't even want the child to voice it, heck, if he could control it, he would make sure the kid didn't even think of it.

"Well, it came on suddenly while I was playing in my room. You see, I was making you animals from the circus out of play-doh and I got to thinking." Dick began, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet as he got warmed up for the main point.

"I see." Bruce acknowledged, though he wasn't sure if he should be encouraging the boy.

"Well, I looked at the play-doh, then at how it could be molded into different things and then a sudden thought hit me. Play-doh is like poo!" If Bruce wasn't sitting on his rolling chair the billionaire was almost certain that he would have fell back at the ridiculousness of the statement.

"You see, 'cause poo comes out of your butt and looks like a rope right? You can do the same thing with play-doh!" Dick said, starting to get more and more excited as he talked about it. "Though I haven't tried it yet, because it seems disgusting, but I bet that poo even feels like play-doh!"

"…" Bruce had nothing to say about the acrobat's logic, it even scared him on some levels…maybe the kid needed therapy.

"Bruce! I bet the guy who invented play-doh was on the toilet when he thought of it!" Dick was now jumping up and down in excitement, wonder lighting up his incredibly blue eyes.

"Dick. Dick! I think you need to calm down, just a bit. Now Dick; I don't advise you putting your theory's to a test understand?" Bruce rubbed at his face with his hands, what did he do to deserve this punishment? Alfred would kill him if he found the ten year-old playing with his own…after waste.

"I know that already Bruce!" Dick rolled his eyes in exasperation. "I'm just telling you that they're really similar! Come on, you have to admit it makes sense."

"What ever you say chum. Now come on, Alfred should be done with lunch right about now." Bruce led his boy from his office, hopping to out the conversation behind him.

Now where did he leave that therapists number?

A/N: just a random short, true story by the way. Obviously not in the character's context, but my friend called me up on the phone earlier today and went over this whole rant about it…yea…I have weirdly awesome friends. Thought I share the scarring! Hope you enjoyed it~! Don't own batman, sorry it was such a short chapter, review please!