AN:Okay guys, delays in updating is due to illness. Stomach virus and flu, I think I caught it looking for Dick in the snow.
Panamint, Marcie, update for you.
Dick was sitting in the den listening to the tv. The news was on, and he was listening to it, when he caught another sound, he turned as he smelled perfume. He slipped his sunglasses on and turned.
"Kelly?" The young blond girl came into the room hesitantly, coming over to the sofa. She looked at Dick, a sad look on her pretty face.
"Yes, I can to see you. I had hoped to see you at the party last night. But I understand you couldn't come. Would you like to go for a walk with me?"
"No." His voice soft as he spoke.
"Well I was thinking we could go make snow angels, or another snowman." Dick stood up and walked to the bookcase and turned. He had practiced the room till he knew it.
"Kelly, I know we were to go to the school dance next week. I think you should find someone else to take you." He reached out and picked up a small statue that stood on the bookcase and ran his fingers over it as Kelly watched.
"I don't want to go with anyone else, if you wont go, then I wont either." Dick put the statue back, and turned and walked over to a table, behind it was a big window. He put his hand out and pushed the curtain aside, standing there as though he were looking out.
"I don't want you to miss it." Kelly got up and walked over to Dick, she put her hand on his shoulder, he turned slightly. She reached up and her lips touched his. He pulled back.
"Kelly....."
"Dick, nothing has changed, I still like you. If I were blind, would you turn away from me?" Dick shook his head.
"No."
"Then don't ask me to." She pulled his head down, their lips meeting in a sweet kiss. Dick put his arms around her, pulling her close. Neither saw Bruce standing in the doorway.
Bruce came in later that night from his date with Jennifer. Alfred was waiting up for him. Taking Bruce's coat he saw the look on the younger man's face.
"Is there something wrong sir?"
"Nothing, I wont be seeing Jennifer anymore." Alfred breathed a sigh of relief.
"Very good sir. What of Miss Kelly?"
"As long as she isn't like her sister, she can see Dick. But she had better not hurt the boy."
"Certainly not sir." Bruce went up the stairs, and down the hall. He stopped in front of Dicks door. He quietly opened the door, and went in. Dick lay in bed sound asleep. Bruce walked over to the bed, looking down at him. He leaned down and pulled the blanket higher, covering the boy up.
He turned and walked out and down the hall to his room. Alfred was shutting off the lights downstairs.
Next day Bruce came home for lunch, and found that Kelly was over. He looked out the back window, and saw Dick out there smiling as he walked with Kelly.
"Alfred, is she over all the time?"
"No sir, just most of the day. When she isn't in school."
"Ummm. I wonder."
"It is time for lunch, I will go call Master Dick and Miss Kelly."
"I will do it." Bruce turned and went outside, cupping his hands and yelling. Dick turned his head and waved in his direction. Dick and Kelly came running, and just as Dick came to the steps he stumbled and Bruce caught him.
"Thanks Bruce." He pulled back, and pushed his glasses back up his nose.
"No problem kid." Bruce studied Kelly as they walked in for lunch.
After lunch Kelly went home, and Bruce and Dick were sitting in Bruces study.
"Dick, we are flying to Switzerland in the morning. I have a specialist who just might have the answer for us. He has your records, he wants to see you."
"Bruce, I have seen six doctors. None could do anything.What makes you think he can?"
"Because I am not giving up." Dick smiled at his father.
"Will we be back by christmas?"
"I don't know, depends." Dick got up and pulled the bell pull. Alfred came in.
"What can I do for you sir?"
"Alfred, would you get that package in my room for Bruce?" Alfred nodded.
"Certainly, young man. I will return shortly." Bruce looked at Dick, puzzled then remembered Dick couldn't see it. So he sat back and waited.
Alfred came back five minutes later, carrying a box that had been badly wrapped, but knowing who did it, make it the best wrapping Bruce had ever seen. Alfred handed the package to Dick, who in turn handed it to Bruce.
"Open it, just in case."
Bruce unwrapped the box, and then opened it. He lifted the piece of art out of the box. He put it on the table by him, looking at it. Alfred and Dick waited for his response. It had been beautifully carved, and sanded down smooth. A man and a small boy, walking together, hand in hand. He looked closely and he knew who they were. The two of them years ago. On the bottom of the statue was an inscription. Bruce read it and tears came to his eyes.
"To the best dad in the world, who chose me to be his son. I love you, your son, Dick."
"Well?" Bruce turned to his son, and he went over and pulled him out of the chair hugging him tight.
"Thank you son, this is the best gift a father could get. I love it, and I love you."
"I love you too Dad." Dick hugged him back, and Alfred stood there, wiping his eyes.
"Would it be alright if I called you dad?"
"I would be honored,thank you for the perfect gift." Bruce couldn't think of anything better he could ever get. He couldn't say another word, they couldn't get past the lump in his throat.