TITLE- Navajo Dreams

AUTHOR- Kim

SUMMERY- What if Bruce Wayne Raised Roy Harper

DC owns all characters

Rating- maybe M later on.

Part2 of ?

Bruce had already finished breakfast by the time Roy stumbled in, bleary eyed, barefoot and shirt less. Bruce had delayed leaving the table in the hope of seeing the boy before he had to leave to drive into work for the morning. he folded back the paper he was reading,and cocked an eyebrow at the sight of the sleepy child.

The boy pulled a chair out and sat down.

"Goodness me Master Roy...It would be appropriate for you to put a shirt on at least, before coming to the table." Alfred scolded gently.

Bruce smiled. "Just this once Alfred...He'll remember next time...Won't you Roy?" he said gently.

"Yeah...Sorry." Roy said, giving Alfred a sheepish grin. "We never worried about stuff like that at home." he added, taking a sip from the orange juice Alfred placed in front of him.

"There are going to be a lot of new things for you to learn here Roy...But there's no rush...Just take things one at a time." Bruce said.

"Kay." Roy mumbled through a mouthful of toast.

"Swallow before speaking Master Roy" Alfred said gently, before adding "We have a busy day ahead, so when you've finished eating you should pop upstairs and change into appropriate attire for the day, whilst I tidy up here." He stopped and thought for a moment. "Perhaps it shall be better if I go up and lay out the clothing you should wear on your behalf." he said as he headed out the door.

Bruce sighed, Alfred made this look so easy, whilst he simply felt awkward trying to engage the boy in conversation. He really hoped Alfred was right when he said it would get easier with time.

"So...What are you doing today?" Roy asked.

"I have to drive in to work to sign some paperwork." Bruce said. "But I should be back after lunch.

"Alfred say's I gotta go get some school clothes or sum thin...And a haircut." Roy said the word haircut with obvious distaste.

"I take it you don't really like haircuts then?" Bruce asked .

"Nah not really...But if I hafta I will." Roy shrugged.

"Well we do need to get you organized for school, and a haircut is part of the preparation needed for that." Bruce said. rising from his seat he added, "Well I'd better get going, I'll see you after ok pal?"

"Yeah, seeya." Roy said, getting up himself to go upstairs.

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Later that afternoon, Alfred prepared dinner. Bruce was working in his study, when Roy walked into the room.

"What are ya doing." he asked.

"Working." Bruce stated as he continued to read through the documents in front of him.

"But you went to work this morning." Roy said, a slight whine tinged his voice.

"I know, and now I'm working at home.' Bruce said patiently.

"What...you work at work...then you work when you get home again?" Roy asked puzzled.

"Yes I do...And I usually find it easier to work without interuptions.'Bruce replied.

If the boy heard the hint, he didn't show it, as he continued with his questioning. "So..what..you just work all the time?" he asked.

"Pretty much all the time." Bruce replied.

Roy frowned. "Well that sucks...I mean, that stinks." he said.

Bruce looked up at the boy, who's green eye's locked briefly with Bruce's blue ones before looking down uncomfortably to stare at his feet intently.

"Isn't there something on television you'd like to watch?" Bruce asked.

Roy shrugged, continuing to stare at his feet.

"Well...what sort of things did you enjoy doing at the reservation?" Bruce asked.

Another shrug as the boy continued looking down.

Bruce found himself looking at the boy's shoes as well, wondering what was so fascinating about them, before asking "What sort of things did you and your friends do for fun?"

Roy glanced up briefly before returning his gaze to his feet. "Didn't really have any friends...mainly did stuff by myself."

"You must have had at least one friend, surely?" Bruce asked.

"Not really...me and Brave Bow...we did stuff together... Archery...I like archery..and sometimes fish'n and other stuff...but mainly archery." Roy said quietly.

Bruce sighed, pushing the papers on his desk aside and standing to walk towards the boy.

"You like archery, hey?" he asked "Well I think we can arrange for an Archery Instructor to work with you on that...That's if you think you'd like that?"

The boy looked up, a sparkle lit his green eye's "Cool...I love archery." He said with enthusiasm.

Bruce smiled, happy he'd at last found something the boy seemed excited about. "I have something for you...I was going to give it to you tonight after dinner...But I guess now is probably a more appropriate time." he said as he walked over to remove a large bag from the top of a polished wooden chest. He passed the bag to Roy who looked inside.

The boys eye's lit up again as he looked in the bag. "This is mine?...I mean you got it for me...really?" he said his voice raising with excitement.

"Yes, I asked at the store what one most boys your age like, and they said this one. I take it you like it?" Bruce asked smiling.

"Do I ever...It's like...way cool..." Roy said as he knelt on the floor and began pulling a number of video game cartridges out of the bag, That included a console as well as all accessories.

Half an hour later Alfred went to call them for dinner, as he walked towards the living room he was pleasantly surprised to hear laughter, looking in, he smiled at the sight of both Bruce and Roy sitting cross legged on the floor in front of the television, Roy burst into childish laughter as Bruce's space cruiser was once again demolished by enemy missiles. Continuing to smile happily Alfred walked back towards the kitchen, dinner could wait.

end part 2