"Boys, come I need to speak with you." Thomas stepped into the living room where the boys were playing a video game.

Bruce paused the game and set his controller down and then took Dick's as well. The two followed Thomas to his study. "I have to go out of town tonight for a meeting with Wayne Enterprise, you boys will get a break from the night life, also we have a Wayne Foundation gathering tomorrow. Dick there is no reason to worry," Thomas added the last part predicting Dick's reaction. "it's a relatively small gathering, there will only be twenty guests."

"Can I go out?" Bruce asked quickly.

"I have to go?" Dick asked glazing over the statement about not being Nightwing that night.

"You are part of this family, yes." Thomas spoke sternly, "As I said there is no reason to worry. And Bruce, no, you stay put, that is final."

"Yes, sir." Both boys chorused.

"Now, let's go train," Thomas said walking over to the grandfather clock moving the hands to 10:47.

"Training, so that means I can go out tonight?" Bruce smiled hoping to catch his father off guard.

"I said no," Thomas spoke in a firm voice. "I have a modified regiment for you to make sure you are healing properly from your injuries, similar to Dick's physical therapy."

"I know the regiment I remember it from when I hurt my knee when we trained." Bruce slouched forward.

Since finding out about the Waynes secret life Thomas used some of his time that he spent training to work on physical therapy with Dick. When the boy was done with his physical therapy he could go work on the computers to keep watch over Gotham, in addition to attempting to solve the mystery of who is distributing the drug Natryik.

Bruce was used to pushing himself already, he would have continued to go out the night before after he got hurt if his father didn't hold him back. There were innocent lives at risk and another set of eyes on the ground could have helped. He sat in a chair, wrapped a weight around his ankle and started to slowly raise and lower his leg. This exercise served to help strengthen his knee.

Across the room Thomas was working with Dick. The bed was too high up for Dick to climb onto on his own, so Thomas lifted the boy onto it.

"Why do we keep doing this? Nothing's changed." Dick grumbled as Thomas skillfully rotated his ankle.

"It is not so much about seeing change as it is about keeping your muscles moving. Because you cannot move them on your own, this physical therapy helps to keep them moving. By keeping them moving, they will not be useless if we find a way to reverse the damage that has been done to your spine. It has only been a little over month, just give it time Dick."

"I guess. Just be positive right?" he sighed before giving up a small smile.

"Exactly." Thomas returned the smile as he continued the exercises.

Dick was used to keeping his body physically fit from a very young age, but it was hard when he could not accomplish this task completely on his own anymore, it was the one constant in his life. He was always moving around, never staying in one place long, but training and the trapeze were the one of the few constants in his life beside his parents and the rest of his circus members. That simple life he was used to was now replaced by the lavish one that had no limits.

Thomas noticed that Dick fell silent "Let's have you show off your arm muscles for me, we can go to the even bars and you can move yourself with your arms." The doctor knew the lifestyle swap was just as much of a shock to the child as losing his ability to walk, knowing this Thomas was attempting try and keep some elements of his former life in his new one.

Dick made his way to the even bars, something familiar, even if he was not using them in the way he was used to using them. He got right to the edge and pulled himself into a standing position and using solely his upper body strength he slowly moved his hands along the bars, it was strange to not flip around the bar like he was used to. He tried will his lower half of his body to move, but to nothing happened, he signed and continued down the rest of the bar before turning around. This part was a little more difficult, but he managed turn himself around and go back. This time Dick tried to tempt fate by balancing on one arm, a task he could do since he was six. He temped fate too long and his arm buckled and fell to the mat below him.

"Damn it!" Dick snapped smashing his fists down onto the mat. Thomas turned around and then went over to help. "Stop! I can do it myself!" Dick snapped flopping onto his back rather than helping himself up.

"Dick are you okay?" the billionaire was now worried.

"NO! Do I look okay? I'm a paralyzed acrobat!" Tears filled Dick's eyes.

Thomas knelt down next to Dick, placed a hand on Dick's head ruffling his messy rave hair, "come on Dick sit up, talk to me."

"No!" Dick snapped smacking Thomas's hand away. "Leave me alone… I'm a failure!" his tone of voice did not match the words he spoke.

"Okay, I will," Thomas went to get up only to have Dick grab his hand right before it got out of reach. The billionaire dropped back to his knees, "You are not a failure. You only are failure if you stop trying, if you stop pushing your limits. Dick, I know so much in your life has changed in your life, but you have been adapting."

"Changing…" Dick sighed looking around, never meeting Thomas's eyes.

"Dick, there's something more, what is it?" He could tell there was something wrong.

"Do you think, my parents would still be proud of me?"

Thomas was slightly caught off guard by the question, "Of course, they would be."

"How do you know?" Dick's blue eyes were glossy from the tears that lingered.

"I may not have known your parents, but I do know the boy they raised. I am proud of him— you." he smiled warmly.

"Me too." Bruce looked over at Dick, he could not imagine losing his whole world. He remembered back to when Dick picked the name Nightwing, and he said then he wanted to fly again then as well. Now more than ever he wanted to find a way for Dick to fly again. Bruce got up and joined them. "Dick, if I have learned anything from my own mother's death, it's that things happen for a reason, and you can't change what happened. If she never died I would have become Robin. If your parents hadn't died, I'd never gotten a brother. I know it's not the same…" his voice trailed.

Dick sniffled, "brother?" he'd never heard Bruce say it out loud before.

"Brother." the older boy confirmed.

A long paused filled the air as Dick thought about the two Waynes told him. "I don't want to talk about it anymore…" Dick sighed, he was desperately trying to look ahead, he felt that he strangely got some closure. He knew his parents would not

"Of course, but remember if and when you are ready, we are here."

"Thank you, that means a lot to me. I know this is random…but can I throw a batterang?" Showing off need to always keep busy and forgetting his troubles.

"Bruce, give him a tutorial please," Thomas instructed not giving a proper answer.

"I've done it before…well not with a batterang…but similar." Dick explained.

"Oh yeah? let's test your aim then, Circus Boy." Bruce gave a devilish smile.

"Better than your's, Rich Boy," Dick challenged as he pulled himself to a standing position using the bar so he could get back to his wheelchair.

"Oh really? Prove it." He handed Dick a Batterang as the boy stopped next to Bruce.

The former acrobat tested his balance then tossed it to the target, he didn't hit the bullseye, he was low but he was fairly close for his first time using this particular weapon.

"Lucky shot," Robin tossed his batterang, hitting the mark easily.

"Give me another one! I haven't done it a long time." Dick was suddenly starting to feel competitive with Bruce.

The teen snorted, as he handed Dick another, "where did you learn how to do this anyway?"

"I grew up in the circus, remember? I learned to walk on saw dust, my first word was rube, one of my babysitters was a guy from Iowa with a good eye, bad hearing…good eyes." Once again Dick missed the mark, but he was getting closer to the bullseye.

"Rube?" Bruce questioned as he tossed another weapon at the target, landing to the right of the first one he threw.

"Basically someone who doesn't work for the circus. I can read palms too, the fortune teller would watch me too." the former acrobat put his had out for another one.

"You can tell the future?" Bruce raised and eyebrow giving Dick the bat shaped object.

"Reading palms is not exactly telling the future." the boy wasn't facing the teen when he spoke as he was throwing the Batterang, this time hitting the mark, once that task was complete he turned his head to Bruce, "Give me your hand."

Bruce raised an eyebrow while looking at Dick, between the boy nailing the bull's eye on his third try and asking for his hand so the he could read his palm. "What, no."

"Give him a chance," Thomas said joining them, he had been watching them from a distance. He could see Dick's natural athletic talent, he was starting form ways the boy could use them.

"Fine," Bruce gave his left hand to Dick hesitantly.

"Right hand," Dick corrected taking the teen's hand, "the right represents your past and present life."

"So what?" the younger Wayne asked as the boy traced the lines on his palm.

"Interesting," Dick said after a long pause, for dramatic effect. "You're heart line is broken, that means you have or will experience emotional trauma. Um, your head line is deep and long, That-that means you're a clear and focused thinker. Your life line is broken, but the life doesn't mean how long you live, represents life events, so a broken line means you have experienced a sudden change in life style. Huh interesting, you have a strong fate line, not many people have one. Having one like yours means that you are strongly controlled by fate."

Bruce pulled his hand away from Dick. "How can this even be true? It's lines on a hand." He looked down at his hand he could not believe how true the reading was.

Dick smiled, he could tell by the way Bruce was looking at his hand that he agreed with the assessment.

Thomas looked at the two boys, he could see their bond was starting form, they will would make a good team. The billionaire also liked seeing Bruce acting more like a normal teen again.

Robin went to gather the weapons they used to the could have another round, this round grew to be more serious then the last. They both threw the weapon with the eyes closed, and behind their backs, the whole time Dick kept up with Bruce, even if he was a little off.

"Nightwing, wake up," Robin gently shook his brother.

"hmmm?" Nightwing mumbled.

"Come on, wake up."

Dick opened one eye and looked at Bruce dressed in his Robin costume. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, here put this on." He tossed the younger boy a sweatshirt and pants. "We are going on an adventure."

In his half sleep state Dick complied with dressing in what he was given. "I'm not the most mobile to adventure with." he looked down at what he was wearing and saw it was a black sweatshirt with blue bird design that was like the one he wore when he was a Flying Grayson. "What is this?"

"We are going out, do you want help with your socks and shoes?" Robin held up a pair on black boots with blue laces that matched the blue in the sweatshirt.

"But your dad…"

"Shh never mind that, we are going out."

"Hold on…I need you to explain this to me again. What are we doing?"

"You heard me right, we are going on an adventure and you need to look the part."

"Unless this adventure includes ramps and elevators I'm out."

"Don't worry. I got that covered, now socks and shoes," Bruce tossed them into Dick's lap.

"Bruce, it's midnight and you are dresses as Robin, on a night when you dad, Batman is away. And you gave me a sweatshirt with my old logo on it."

"It's not your old logo, it's Nightwing's new one. And you have to trust me. You wouldn't have put anything on that I gave you if you weren't the least bit interested in what adventure I have planned."

"Alright fine, let's go." Dick swung his leg over the side of his bed so he could get himself into his wheelchair. "I have a feeling Batman has no clue about this."

"I've done this before and he's never noticed."

"You're crazy." Dick said as they made their way to the Bat Cave,

"And your still following me." Bruce pointed out.

"Hmph…I'm sure he knows, you know how much surveillance he has."

"Nothing I haven't bypassed before." Bruce said as they exited the elevator.

"Are you going to tell me what we are doing?" Dick rubbed his tired eyes.

"This way to my Robin Cycle! But first, one last thing to make everything complete, here." Robin pulled something from his pocket and then went to the key pad that would allow him to open the door so they could leave.

Dick looked at what he was given, "A mask?"

"Can't have anyone knowing your secret identity. By them guessing you it can be easily traced to myself or my father, we can't risk anything." the keypad beeped, "it's ready, time to go."

"Bruce…I want to go…really I do…but…" he gestured to his wheelchair.

"I won't let anything happen to you. You still have your scanner right? To know if there is trouble?"

"Of course," Dick said mildly offended.

"Put this on," he handed Dick a helmet. "I'll have to lift you on, once we get going you need to hold on tight." Robin waited for Nightwing to nod before lifting the boy to place on the bike before getting on himself. He used his right foot to lift up the kickstand and then revved the engine.

"There's something about Gotham at night," Bruce commented as they entered the city.

"It's so big…" really looking at the city for the first time in person.

Robin was caught off guard by the comment, "Di—Nightwing…you haven't left the manor yet, have you? and video feed doesn't count."

"No…Oh is that a comic book store?" Dick asked hoping to change the subject, as they drove down the empty street.

"Yes, we can go tomorrow if you want."

"YEAH! Where are we going anyway?"

"Just some fun to get you out of the manor."

"Are you even capable of having fun?"

"Yes, I have fun all the time. Smashing in the heads of villains."

"That does sound like fun." Dick admitted.

Bruce drove around the city, he didn't really have plan. The one thing he did know what he didn't want Dick to become like his father and him, who both consumed by grief, and Dick was showing signs of wanting to take the positive steps forward.

Robin pulled up to a late night burger joint. "How do you like your burger?"

"What?"

"I'm hungry, and Alfred doesn't think burgers are a real meal."

"Is that why we never have any?" Dick asked.

"Yes, so how do you like your burgers?"

"Just how they come, that's fine…well maybe no pickles…"

"No pickles," Bruce repeated as he rode up to the speaker so he could place their order. Bruce got them each a burger, and fries and a soda. He stowed the food and drink in compartment that usually held weapons, but know what he was doing tonight he cleared out enough space to place so he could carry the food and drink.

Bruce then drove up to hill that over looked the city. Once get got there he stopped the motorcycle. He lifted Dick from the motorcycle and sat him on the grass and then got the food,

"You can see stars!" Dick smiled looking up.

"It's really nice out here," Bruce agreed, "you can see the whole city." Bruce handed Dick a burger and box of fries along with a drink.

"Being out here reminds me of a night after a show, sitting by the fire…when I was younger I would always sit on my dad's lap and I would always fall asleep. All that's missing is a fire and hot dogs. We were always hungry after the show and we cooked hot dogs on the fire. We'd make s'mores too."

"S'more?" Bruce questioned.

"You don't know what a s'more is!? Chocolate bar and marshmallow on graham cracker?"

"No, but it sounds good."

"We need to make them! You have all those fire places and you've never made s'mores, that's nuts! You should get what we need and we can make some!"

Bruce laughed seeing Dick's reaction. "We can, but the stores are closed, how about we go tomorrow after we visit the comic book store?"

"Fine, but we have to make them after dark, after you yet back from your mission tomorrow. Your dad and Alfred can have some with us!"

"We have the party, tomorrow, but we can still buy the supplies tomorrow and we can have s'mores another day."

Bruce and Dick finished their burgers and fries before heading back home. Going back home it was even more quite than when they left, that was until they came across a group a teenagers, hardly older that Bruce himself. There three boys were dressed in dark sweatshirt with the hoods pulled over their hands, on their hands were gloves and in them were varying weapons; one had a crow bar, one a bat, and the last one a simple two by four. They stood in front of an ATM.

Robin slowed down, he knew Nightwing was observant and would notice too. He stopped down the street and set the kick stand down, luckily the bike did not lean when he did this so Dick would not fall off. Before leaving he removed his helmet and pulled several batterangs from his belt and handed them to Nightwing. "Don't be afraid to use them." he whispered before disappearing into the shadows.

Dick removed his helmet as well and held his breath, he never expected this could happened, he was used to being behind the computer, not out in there field. True was dressed like he belonged out here, down to the mask, but if he got attacked he would be in trouble if he ran out of the bat snapped weapons, he would juts have to make sure he saved one, just incase.

Nightwing watched and Robin snuck up on the un suspecting teens. He tapped one on the shoulder and when he turned around he punched him in the face. This did not go over well with the other two. Robin skillfully defended himself against the two, disarming them, but that did not stop them from fighting him with their fists. When the third gained his composure he joined the fray that was when things got interesting, he still had his weapon.

Dick knew what he had to do, help Bruce by throwing a well placed batterang, right at the one the was right behind Robin, with a crow bar over his head ready to swing it down upon the teen's head. Upon getting the weapon lodged in his shoulder he staggered back and dropped the weapon. Robin knocked out the other two and raced to Robin cycle, he used a hand signal saying to call the police, Nightwing knew this signal and did what he was told, then put his helmet on as Robin joined him doing the same before speeding a way. Neither boy said anything on the way home.

They pulled into the Bat Cave they pulled off the helmets, Dick was smiling widely. "That was amazing!" He said as Bruce lifted him from the Robin Cycle and placed him in his wheelchair.

"You really do have great aim," Robin said as they headed to the elevator so they could leave the lair and head off to bed. "Great reflexes."

"I wish I could do it every night…"

"I know, I wish you could too." Bruce put a hand on Dick's shoulder, "but I want you to know, you are an important member of the team."

"I know," Dick sighed, "thank you for tonight, I finally felt normal for the first time in six weeks."

Bruce smiled weakly, he knew the feeling of life finally feeling normal, even if his situation was not the same as Dick's the feeling of trying to be normal again was similar.

Dick got into his bed, he didn't even bother taking his costume off, he just wanted a little more he didn't want the night to end.

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