Bruce moved through the snow following the tracks of the bike. They were growing fainter as the snow filled them in, but Bruce's sharp eyes caught their traces, determination that he would find his boy. He didn't feel the cold as he walked, the snow pulling on his boots, and the snow turning his black hair white.
""Dick!" He yelled every now and then. He looked around, and wondered where the boy was. He had a feeling deep inside his gut that Dick was in trouble, he was hurt, and needed him. He moved on, snow coming up to his thighs, on the trail.
Coming to one of Dick's favorite jumps, he saw the ramp, and he moved forward and looked around it. His heart stopped as he looked at Dick, hanging like a Christmas ornament from a tree, his limbs spread eagled in the branches. Bruce raced to him, "Dick!" He pulled off his glove and reached out and touched the boys neck. Afraid of what he might not fine. He took a deep breath when he felt a faint pulse beating there.
""Dick, son, I am here. Dad is here. I will get you back to the house and help. Stay with me." Bruce ran his hands over his boy looking for broken bones. He found a broken right arm, and two ribs. His face showed his anquish that he wasn't hiding. He gently lifted Dick off the tree, and moved him gently to the snow covered ground. He looked into his boys face. Seeing the face that was as white as the snow around his head. He reached out and touched the face, as he looked at the cut at Dick's right temple, the blood frozen to his face.
"Dick can you hear me?" He heard a moan, as Dick fought to rise from the darkness. "That's it, come back to me. I am here waiting." Blue eyes that matched his opened, disorentated.
"Bru..cccce?" He mumbled.
"Yes, it's me, Dick I am going to take you home now."
"O..kaaaaaayy." Bruce lifted him into his strong arms, and began to carry him through the snow. He walked hurriedly, now and then looking down at Dick, who's head was nestled down into his shoulder. The snow touching him, lingering in his eye lashes that lay on his cheeks.
Half an hour later Bruce came barreling into the house, and Alfred met him. "My word sir, shouldn't we take the Master Dick to the hospital?" Bruce shook his head yes. He waited for Alfred to go get the car. While he waited he removed Dick's coat, and he wrapped the boy is a thick fuzzy warm blanket.
Bruce sat in the waiting room, lost in thought as Bruce waited. Jennifer walked into the room, and came over to him, along with Kelly. She sat down beside him, and put her hand on his arm. "Bruce, is he alright?" He looked over at her.
"How did you know?"
"I have my ways...the news."
"Oh."
"I am here for you, Dick will be alright, you will see." Kelly sat down and began to read an old magazine.
"I hope so." He ignored her as he sat there, his mind going back to happier days.
The emergency doors opened and a doctor came through them, moving towards Bruce.
"Mister Wayne... I am your sons' doctor."
"How is he? Can I see him?"
The doctor could see how distraught the father was, and he looked down at the clip board.