Bruce was sitting in the study when Dick finally came in, covered in snow, and smiling. Dick was sixteen years old, hard to believe he had had the boy since he was six. It felt like forever, he wished his parents could meet their grandson.

"Bruce, that was fun. Want a rematch?" Bruce smiled and stood up coming over to the youth.

"I don't think so, now young man I want you to go upstairs and get out of those wet clothes. Then a cup of cocoa and we can talk." Dick looked at Bruce his smile falling. He didn't know what he had done, he hoped it wasn't bad.

"Did I do something wrong Bruce?"

"No, kiddo. I wanted to know if you wanted to go somewhere with me on Saturday night."

"Yeah, where?"

"You had better wait before you volunteer. It's to a party for domestic abused women shelters."

"That's a good one, sure Bruce."

"Jennifer is coming, and Kelly. Jennifer wants you to be Kelly's date." He saw Dick frown, and look away.

"Ah Bruce, can't they stay home?" Bruce put his hand on his son's shoulder and led her towards the stairs.

"Don't you like pretty girls?"

"Sure, but I like to pick my own dates. Besides..." Bruce looked down at him, as he trailed off.

"What?" He stopped Dick and his smile fell. "Did Jennifer say anything to do, or.....do anything to you?" Dick saw the darkening eyes on him. Bruce didn't often let any of his women near him, for some reason. Was he jealous?

"No, it's just that... Bruce are you going to marry her?"

"I hadn't planned on it. Besides if I do, things will not change between us. You will always be my first born, and my heir."

"What if you get married and she wants to send me away. Because she wants her own kids, and doesn't like me?" Bruce sat down on the stairs and pulled Dick down beside him.

"Dick, it'll never happen. I had all my assets and my will set iron tight. As is my heart. You will never leave here unless you want to do so. I hope you never do. Remember, you can always tell me anything. If anyone in the future ever tells you anything different you just come ask me. I love you son." Dick leaned over and hugged his dad, getting snow on him, as Bruce hugged him back.

"Ah, looks like I need to change my sweater too now. Come on, then we will go get some cocoa from Alfred... and watch a Christmas movie. Theres a new one, that Alfred said you would like. Dick smiled as the two went upstairs.

Alfred stood there, watching his two boys. He smiled and he felt good about his life.

Alfred was serving breakfast to Dick early that morning. Dick had big plans for the day, he was going to ride his motorcycle thats tires were fixed for the weather. Alfred had made him a thermos of hot chocolate, and he had added some cookies, in a back pack for Dick.

Dick smiled at Alfred, old Alfred was always looking out for him. He was just glad he didn't insist on him putting on extra gear for protection. He had his french toast, and smiled, anxious to get out to ride.

"Alfred, I need some sandpaper, several different grades. I am done and want to finish it up... so it will be done in time for Christmas."

"I will pick you up some today, when I go shopping. I will also get you some varnish to add to it. You have done a fine job on that, Master Bruce will be so pleased with your gift."

"Are you sure Alfred, I mean, it's homemade. He's used to expensive gifts."

"Yes, but they will not mean more to him that one from your heart, young man." Dick smiled and finished off his breakfast.

"I will see you later, Alfred. I want to ride for a few hours, and then I will see you at lunch time." The teen went out the kitchen through the back door, and to the garage.

It was a winter wonder land outside. Bruce's lands were extensive, and he could ride almost anywhere. Snow had begun to fall again as he rode. His cheeks rosy from the cold. The only sound was the sound of his bikes motor. The rider and bike went over the narrow trail and then cut off it, and he followed a trail he had made years ago. He knew it well and followed it. IT had jumps and turns and he was enjoying the time outside.

He took a jump, feeling the wind push against him, and the bike soared, until he saw a tree, it had fallen, and it leaned across the path, blocking him. He tried to avoid it, he jumped and tried to go over it. But he plowed right into it. It caught him, in it's branches. Dick felt pain before blackness took him.

Bruce came home early, and found Alfred looking at the clock. He walked over to the older man.

"What's the matter, Alfred?" The old Butler turned to him, a worried look on his craggly face.

"Sir, it is the young master. He left this morning at eight. Said he would be home for lunch. It is now three and he hasn't come back." Bruces face blanched and he went to the closet and grabbed his short jacket.

"I am going out to find him. Where was he supposed to be going?"

"He was riding in the woods. That bike you helped him fix for the winter riding."

"I'll be back... with Dick. Get things ready just in case." Bruce rushed out of the house, and Alfred went to prepare for any medical emergency.