Dick didn't know where he was going, he just needed to get away. He rode, forgetting to put his helmet on, his dark hair blowing in the wind. He really wasn't paying attention, and was surprised to find himself in front of a bikers bar. He got off his bike and walked in, going up to the female bartender.

"Coke." She looked at him and smiled, wanting to push the errant curl off his forehead. She turned to get him a glass and the soda. Dick turned and looked around, not much going on that time of day. Two bikers in the bar, arm wrestling. The young man figured the big guy with the wiry mustache would win and turned back around.

The sixteen year old picked up the glass with the ice in it and swollowed some of it. The blond woman in the low cut blouse came over to him. "Aren't you a little young to be in a place like this?" He turned to her, and gave her a stoney look.

"No, I am older than I look. Grew up in places like this. Was looking for someone to play pool with."

"Well, I wouldn't be looking for anything in here. Drink your drink and get out of here. You seem like a nice fella, wouldn't want to see you get hurt."
"I can look out for myself." As Dick took another drink of his soda, a hand came down on his shoulder. He put the glass down, and turned, looking up into the piercing eyes of a man with a crewcut, and tatoos.

"Kids should be at school, not in here with us men. Are you hitting on our girl here?" Dick just returned the look, and pointed his thumb at the bartender.

"Her? Nah, not into girls taller than me." The blond behind the bar, smacked the bar getting the mans attention.

"Tank, leave the boy alone. Go bully someone else."

"You his moma now? I think the boy needs a spanking, coming in here where he don't belong." Dick's temper rose and he straightened up.

"Think you are man enough to spank me, go ahead and try it." Tank snarled, and flicked his cigar away, and grabbed at Dick. Dick moved, grabbed the big mans arm and using his momentum drove the man into the bar. All the breath went out of him, and a oomph came out. He turned and with a big fist struck out at Dick. Dick ducked and swung back, catching the man in the stomach.

Dick made a big mistake he forgot about the other man in the bar. He heard the woman yell, Wolf before arms came around him, in a bear hug. Tank took the opportunity to throw a few punches at the Dick. Catching him, in the ribs, the chin, and the side of the head. The last one made his ears ring.

Dick found himself having problems breathing, or thinking clearly. Suddenly he found himself over Tanks knee and a belt coming down on his bottom, hard.

Alfred moved over to the large hall as the door opened and the young Master walked in. He took one look at the boy and moved over to him. "What happened to you, Master Dick?"

"Nothing, I look the same as I did when I left this morning."

"Don't take that tone of voice with me, young man. I am just concerned, let me fix those cuts. Dick just nodded and followed the older man into the kitchen, and sat on one of the high stools at the counter. He watched Alfred get the first aid box.

"It's nothing Alfred, don't bother."

"It is certainly not nothing. Who did this to you? I am certain a certain someone will want to know what happened."

"Just forget it, Alfred. Please." He looked at the concerned old man, and wondered if he would know the answer. "Alfred, can I ask you a question?"

"Certainly."

"Do you think Bruce will one day want to have his own family?"

"If he met the right woman, he would. Just as you will one day." Dick knew Bruce had been dating someone, and had for several months. He wondered if that was the one for Bruce. Then he wouldn't want him around, he would have his own kids, his own flesh and blood. Not some orphan, that he had in a fit of pity, had taken in. There would be no place for him then. He was old enough to be emancipated, he had money saved up, he could get his own place. Yes he would do that, he knew that Bruce wouldn't care, he would tell him tonight. He turned and looked at Alfred, and knew he would miss him. He would miss Bruce to, for he loved him like a father, all he had wanted was for Bruce to love him, as a son.

That night Bruce had gone out alone, leaving word for Dick to stay home and not to follow. Just because it was raining, Bruce had left him home. Dick went on the computer and looked up a few things. He had to prepare himself for what was coming. He wiped tears from his eyes. He didn't want leave, but he knew he must. He wasn't good enough to adopt, to have as a son, by his hero, Bruce Wayne.

Next morning, Dick skipped breakfast and went to school. His first class was poetry, one Bruce had insisted on. He sat there listening to the teacher, read a few poems by Tennison. He didn't like poetry at all. What caught his attention was his teacher standing there talking. Father's Day was coming up in a week, they were to work on a poem for their fathers. Dick just looked away, he didn't have one to write for. Maybe he should go to the circus again, Pop would take him back, he was certain of that, he had said as much in his letters.

Dick walked out of the last class before lunch, he went and put his books in his locker, and then went to grab a burger and fries, and went outside to eat it in the sunshine. Dick was sitting there, his food untouched, deep in thought. A shadow fell across him and he looked up.

"If it ain't the Greyson kid. Why isn't your butler serving you lunch on a silver tray?"

"Go away, Tyson, go stick a french fry up your nose."

"You think you are hot stuff don't you? You aren't as good as us, you weren't born to our social class. You are mutt, we the throughbreds. Never see you buying stuff in the good stores, you don't even have a fancy car to drive. Wayne isn't wasting his money on you, is he? Oh that's right, he didn't adopt you, he'll throw you out, with no where to go."

"Hey Jake, just thought of something, what if Greyson is really Wayne's kid? I mean all those women he's been with, and all. Could be pretending that the kid is an orphan. They do look a lot alike."

"Don't matter, if he is or not. Wayne will dump him when he gets a real heir."

"Shut up, the lot of you. I am not his real son, and I don't want his money."

"Yeah thats what you say."

Dick stood up and threw his plate away and walked off. He went to the parking lot and looked at his bike. He took out his cell phone and called the mansion, no one was home, he knew Alfred was out shopping. He left a message for him, and then got on his bike and rode away.

Bruce Wayne came out of his study as he heard Alfred call. He could see that the butler was upset, andd he had a cold feeling in his being that it had to do with Dick.

"What is it, Alfred?"

"It's young Master Dick, sir. He has run away."

"He wouldn't do that, why would he? Did something happen at school?"

"Not that I know of, Sir. He said something about making things easier for us. That he knew he wasn't good enough to adopt, or love. That you wanted real kids, and that you wouldn't have to be ashamed anymore. He is gone, Sir." Bruce's face turned pale under his tan, and he felt his heart twist inside his chest.

"I will find him, Alfred. I will not lose that boy, he means too much to me. I don't know why he would think those things, who would have put such ideas into his head, Alfred?" Alfred looked at the man he thought of as his son, and shook his head.

"Sir, if I may speak. Young Master Dick, thinks you don't love him, don't really want him. You have had him since he was five, eleven years now. Still your ward, not your son. Don't you see, Sir?" Bruce thought about it, and he thought himself a fool. How could he have been so blind, and hurt Dick like that?

"But I didn't know he wanted to be adopted, to be my son."

"Sir, he idolizes you, he thinks you are the greatest, follows you around like a puppy dog. That boy loves you like a father. Can't you see that? He would do anything for you. Why haven't you adopted him?"

"I didn't think of it. I never imaged that he would want to adopted. Besides a playboy bachelor like me, the courts wouldn't let me."
"Have you tried?"

"No." Bruce's jaw tightened. "But I am going to do it. Whatever it takes, I know judges and I am going to fix this. I wont lose my boy." Alfred smiled at his boy, and was glad that he had seen the light.

Dick had ridden all afternoon, and had stopped for a sandwich and gas at a small diner. He knew where Pop was now, and it would only take him two days to get there. He went outside, to get on his bike, when he felt a poke in his back. A deep gravely voice spoke up, a stun gun went off on his skin.

"We finally caught you kid. Your old man will pay plenty to get you back." He felt the volts jolt through his body, as he twitched on the ground, just before everything went dark. The two men lifted him, and waited for the van to pull up, and placed him in the back and got in with him.