A shrill alarm woke Dick from his sleep. He rolled himself onto his side and grabbed his flashing phone. It was bizarre that he was getting this alert on a night where Batman was off with the Justice League. Because of this Thomas forbade Bruce from going out as Robin, that meant Dick also had the night off as Nightwing.

Dick pressed the call button, so that he could contact Bruce and see if it was an error. "Nightwing to Robin," he waited a few moments for answer, just in case. "Robin report." There was no answer, still being new at helping Batman and Robin, Nightwing was still facing a learning curve, but just get the idea to check out Bruce's GPS location, if it was any place other than Wayne Manor then he would allow himself to panic. "Well time to start panicking!" Quickly as he could Dick got into his wheelchair.

"Alfie! Alfred! Wake up! Alfie!" Dick called while racing down the hallway.

The British man woke up abruptly, he knew that voice it was Dick. It was not uncommon in the near two months that the young boy had been living with them to wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, but this was a different kind of call for help.

Pounding on the door started as Dick continued to yell. "Wake up Alfie!"

"My boy, what is it?" Alfred opened the door to see Dick sitting there in his navy blue pajamas, with a frantic look on his face.

The younger boy took the butler's hand and started to pull, while using the other hand roll backwards, "comeonAlfiewehavetogoitsBruce!" Dick spoke quickly.

"Master Richard, slow down," Alfred knelt down in front of the boy, "I could not understand a word you just said." the butler looked into Dick's large blue eyes, and the older man saw was fear and panic. He was breathes heavily as if he competed in a marathon.

"I triedtocallhim but he neveranswered!" Dick only slowed down slightly.

"Breathe," Alfred prompted, after the boy did not slow down.

Dick finally took a deep breath, "Bruce's bioelectric monitor…"

"Master Bruce's? Are you sure you don't mean Master Thomas's?" Alfred trusted Dick, but what he was saying was perplexing. There should be no reason for Bruce's bioelectric monitor to be online, and when Thomas was with the Justice League he turned off his communications with his Gotham team.

"No! the GPS in Robinssuitnothere! Look!" Dick held up his cell phone that showed a flashing red dot with a black 'R', and the location was certainly not Wayne Manor.

Alfred looked at what the boy was showing him to help him better understand what Dick was saying. "Come Master Richard, we must go now," The butler was growing more worried now that he knew it was not a delusional dream. Alfred got to his feet and took his robe from the back of the door. In the short time it took the butler to complete this task Dick was already turned around and partway down the hall. The older man had to walk briskly to keep up with the speedy boy.

Dick opened the door to the Thomas's study, he didn't close the door behind him, one inside the room he used the special app on his phone that opened the entrance to the Bat Cave for him. "Ride down with me?" the boy asked as Alfred joined him joined him behind the clock.

"Yes, Master Richard I would appreciate that." Alfred, slightly winded, stepped into the lift with the boy.

Dick pressed the down button, the door closed, the lift went down. The boy could hardly wait for the glass door to open, and when it did he flew out of the elevator.

"Alfie, what do we do? I'm new at this…" Dick looked up at the butler.

Alfred was thankful that the boy calmed, even if it was only slightly. "You get his location and I will go pick him up. Send any information you have to the Batmobile. Quickly now," Alfred made his way to the black vehicle.

"He's at place labeled as Crime Alley." Dick reported to Alfred,

Alfred froze, he knew that alley well. "How's his bioelectric monitor?" Alfred asked as he pulled out of the Batcave.

"He has a low heart rate, but his breathing is steady."

"Keep a close eye on his vitals," Alfred instructed.

"Yes, sir."

Bruce jumped onto his Robin Cycle, the like was mostly red with accents of yellow, black, and green. On the front of the bike was a yellow plaque that had a black R inside a red circle.

He didn't care that he was still injured, he was strong and he could push through it. Just because Batman was off world, didn't meant Gotham should be left unprotected. Beside he endured the same training as his father, so he was just as capable as father to protect the city he called home. That was why while his father was off world he was going to prove he could handle Gotham by himself, yes maybe he should have Dick as back up on the computer, but he didn't want to put Nightwing in the situation to lie to Batman.

Along with Batman and Nightwing, they had been attempting to take down those dealing the deadly drug Natryik. Batman got an emergency call from the Justice League causing their mission to come to a pause. Bruce tried to get his father to allow him to work with Nightwing on the case while he was gone, but the idea was vetoed.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Dick to help him, it was just he needed to do this on his own, he wanted to.

Robin heard gunfire, he swung the bike around.

"Nightwing, I found him, prepare the med bay."

"On it!" the boy replied.

Bruce was bleeding, his hand covered the injury that was on his left side.

"Alfred…I think I screwed up…" His breathing was uneven

"I know sir, but it will be okay. Nightwing is waiting in the Bat Cave. Can you stand?"

Robin nodded, his right hand pressing down his left side. He slowly stood up, but grunted in pain, he could feel a shooting pain up his left leg. With Alfred's help and they made their way to the Batmobile.

"How'd you…know?"

"The monitor in your suit went off and altered Nightwing, he then came and got me."

"Oh..forgot about that…" Bruce mumbled as he laid his head on the window causing some blood that was oozing from several cuts on his head to smear against the window, he closed his eyes trying to suppress the pain he was in.

"You really are your father's son." Alfred commented on the way Bruce was able to hide his pain.

"Mhm…" Bruce mumbled even if he was un sure of what was said.

Alfred glanced over at the boy worried about blood loss from the injuries. "Master Bruce?" he called urgently. When he got no response he speed up.

"Alfred?" Nightwing's voice shook

"He's alive, he passed out, I am almost there, is the med bay ready?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Master Richard could you please contact Master Thomas, use the emergency protocol."

"Yes, sir." the boy replied after a long pause.

Batman told Alfred and the boys he was off with the Justice League, just kept some information back, like he was in Brazil dealing with an alien attack, he knew Bruce would want to go.

Thomas heard his communicator go off, it was the distress tone.

"Nightwing to Batman."

"Nightwing, go."

"Robin went -zzf- on -zzf- , he's -zz-ff-"

"Nightwing repeat, I could not hear you." Batman paused and waited for a response. "Nightwing report!"

The Batmobile came screeching to a halt, the driver's door flew open as Alfred jumped out and ran around the vehicle to slowly open the passenger side door to slowly open the door and caught the injured Robin before he fell out. Alfred lifted the teen in his arms and carried him to the waiting hospital bed.

"Master Richard, I need another set of hands," Alfred called urgently.

"Yes sir," Dick said getting closer to Alfred.

"I need you to keep pressure on his wound." the butler tuned medic took Dick's hands and placed them. As Dick had no medical training he was limited on helping Alfred, he knew how to set up the med bay, and that was it.

Dick did as he was told, "I-I couldn't—Batman…line" his hands shook, he could see them covered in blood.

Alfred had Bruce hooked up to all the monitors quickly, he needed to keep a close eye on them. Bruce lost a great deal of blood.

The heart monitor made an shrill sound Dick never heard before.

That monitor was Bruce's heart. That flat line must have meant it was no longer beating..."Alfie...is he..."

Dick never got an answer from the butler as he started CPR, this continued for a few moments, until Bruce's heart started again, but CPR alone was not going to help him, the teen needed his heart shocked back into rhythm.

"Master Richard, when I say clear you move your hands straight away."

"Clear!" Alfred called out as Dick numbly lifted his hands. Once Alfred shocked the teen his body jolted, Dick put his hands back in place, he wasn't fully aware of what was going on, he was simply following what Alfred told him. "Clear!" Alfred called again after adjusting something. Once again Dick did as he was told. This time the tone in the heart monitor became more rhythmic, the lines started to go up and down.

"Alfie..." Dick's voice was weak, finally realizing what was going on.

"I can help him Master Richard, but I won't be easy. Just do as I say." Alfred spoke quickly as he need to get to work on removing the bullet.

"Nightwing! Robin! Agent A! Report!"

"Batman, what's wrong?" Wonder Woman asked landing next to her teammate, "and who is Nightwing?"

"I got to go," Batman said rushing past her to reach the jet they used to get to their current location.

"Thomas, can we help?" Superman asked landing in front of him, blocking his path.

"No…yes…" he pressed his communicator once again. "Nightwing report!"

Clark looked to the Amazonian princess Diana, "I thought his son went by the name Robin?"

"Robin is my son. Nightwing he's…" Once inside the Dark Night called Nightwing. The tone the rang when calling out sounded, and then stopped, meaning the line had been picked up. "Nightwing!"

"Batman -zzff- Robin -zzfff-" the call was abruptly ended once again

"Respond!" He demanded.

"Thomas, what is going on?" Diana asked looking at the billionaire worried as he brought his fists down into the console.

"I need to go home." He started up the jet and he didn't wait for either teammate to answer before taking off.

"Batman, let me drive," Diana spoke calmly, she could tell something was up.

He sighed "it would be for the best," he handed the controls over to her, but started to make a call again, this time the call refused to go through. He sighed again and leaned back in his chair and sighed.

"I took in a ward, he's Nightwing." Batman said with a sigh he knew that he could no longer hide Dick from them now that he used his code name.

"You have taken in a boy? And does he go out with you?" Diana asked skeptically, she didn't have anyone she trained related to her or otherwise, unlike the two men who had their sons by their sides.

"Yes, and not in the way you think." He mumbled as he pressed the call button again. "his name is Richard, Dick." Thomas sighed again, he knew he just needed to come clean. "He's eight and I took him in after his parent's death."

"Were his parents friends of yours?" Clark asked.

"No, he's the son of acrobats, who died in an accident, the accent left the boy paralyzed. Bruce and myself were at the performance. Long story short, the location in Gotham than can support an orphan in a wheelchair is a mental health facility, not Arkham. I could not see him going to that place, so I took him in."

"He knows that you Batman and Bruce is Robin?" Diana questioned.

"Yes, Alfred is training on working on teaching him ways to help us from behind the computer. He wanted to help us once he found out, and I wanted him to be included."

"That is noble of you," Diana gave a fake smile, she was starting to question if he thought this all over.

"He sent me a message, something happened to Robin, Bruce. I don't know what happened. I have tried accessing the computer at home, but I can't…"

"When we get back, would you like us to come with you? We would understand if you want your space.

"No...you can come...Clark when you get there can you..."

"Scan Bruce? Of course."

"Yes please, thank you. Could also see if you can see anything with Dick's back? Maybe you can see something..."

"With his paralysis?" Clark asked.

"Yes, but be subtle about it, I don't want him to know. Diana depending how the situation unfolds I might need you to stay with him?"

"Of course." She nodded, she hoped she would get a chance to see the boy.

"Thank you both..."

Bruce was now stable, his breathing was low so he had an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose, he was still in a considerable about of pain and was hooked up to IV medication to help ease the pain.

Alfred had the are cleaned and the bloody clothing and clothes discarded. He made himself a cup of tea and a cup as he kept a close eye on Bruce. The butler also made Nightwing a cup of hot chocolate and placed it next to him while the boy attempted in vain to contact Batman and see if he could get any information on Bruce's attackers. The late hour got to the boy and it cause him to fall asleep on folded arms at the computer. Knowing the boy would not want to be a away from from his brother. Alfred slowly moved the boy's wheelchair back and lifted the boy from it and brought him to another bed that was in the med bay and covered him up with a blanket.

The butler took a seat between the two boys. He knew he would not get any sleep tonight between keeping a close eye on Bruce and hearing Dick start to whimper in his sleep, but luckily the boy never woke up from this nightmare. Alfred already very much regarded Bruce as a grandson since the boy was born, and now Dick was becoming one to him as well.

It had been several hours since the message was sent. Alfred knew about Dick's failed attempts to contact Batman, but since initial contact was made the butler was not worried because he know Thomas would know something was wrong and he would return home because of this.

Alfred realized that he drifted off to sleep as well when he heard the familiar sound of the Batmobile entering the Bat Cave. Thomas rushed out of the vehicle and ran to his son's side, he pulled his cowl form his head and picked up his son's hand.

Behind Thomas, Diana and Clark came in, they opted to fly once the landed the jet rather than go with Batman in his Batmobile.

"Alfred what happened?" he looked at the monitors that revealed Bruce's vitals, he let out a sigh of relief seeing that he was stable.

Hearing the sounds of talking and the Batmobile, Dick woke up he rubbed his eyes to see the Man of Steel and the Amazonian Princess.

He drew in a breath, he'd never seen them in person before though he had seen pictures of them in the paper and online.

"I only know so much. He went out on his own and was shot. He was in an alley way at the time and Master Richard could not get a visual on the incident. Master Thomas, it was not any alley, it was Crime Alley."

Thomas felt his heart skip a beat. The same alley that took his wife, and nearly himself and now almost took his son as well. The older Wayne took a seat by his son's side.

Alfred continued, "I had to remove a bullet from his rib, his heart stopped sir,"

Diana and Clark gave Thomas his space to start, they looked for the boy they knew laying injured in the bed to the boy they didn't know currently positioning himself so his legs were hanging over the side of the bed. Both wanted to stay close incase they were needed, they knew he would want to stay with his son, but if there was need to go into the city

Thomas placed his hand over his son's heart and looked at the heart monitor, his heart rate was low, it worried him.

"He's running a high fever, his right leg is broken, sprained wrist, numerous lacerations and bruises..."

Clark looked over the boy as well, the assessment was right, but Robin also had some more broken ribs.

"I remember the day he was born, the day we found out Martha was pregnant. We tried for so long, after the miss carriage we never thought it would be possible. We decided that if that pregnancy didn't work we would adopt…When he was born there was a blizzard outside...snow nearing two feet deep. That storm was not supposed to hit us that hard...he was born in this house..." Thomas never took his hand of his son's chest, the boy's heart rate dropped since he came back. "Alfred, I can't lose him. I've already lost Martha...losing Bruce would be too much...I know I have Dick now...but..." Thomas sighed thinking about the conversation he had with Martha of the pregnancy didn't work, but it did so they never adopted. The subject was never brought up again, then he took Dick in, why did now all of sudden he felt like Dick could possibly be here to fill the void of losing his son? He shook his head. He needed to be positive. He knew this could happen, perhaps it was the wrong choice to take Bruce with him on his crusade to help Gotham.

Alfred gave a small smile, "I remember, poor Martha was so scared that she would do some thing wrong, as were you, but two figured it out and raised a wonderful, smart boy. I know you had a rough time when Martha died, but that too you managed. Be optimistic Master Thomas. He is strong just like his father, he is going to pull through this." Alfred placed a hand on hand on Thomas's shoulder

"Thank you Alfred," Thomas sighed heavily, he rubbed the back of his neck, "You said Dick did some looking into what happened?"

"I understand," Dick said softly breaking into the conversation, "and I did. I can show you…"

"Dick…" Thomas turned his head to see the boy sitting there. Once the boy heard his name he gave a small smile. "I didn't mean it that way."

"I know," the boy smiled "and I'm sorry..." his smile suddenly transformed into a frown.

"Sorry, why?"

"Bruce snuck out..."

"That's not your fault, not everything is your fault." Thomas knew where Dick was going. The boy had a bad habit of blaming himself even when it was not his fault, Thomas was doing his best to break the boy from this behavior.

"Do you want me to show you what I found?" Dick asked changing the subject, hoping to avoid more of a lecture.

"Yes, I would, but first I have two people for you to meet." Thomas stood up and went to Dick, he noticed that the boy's wheelchair was still by the computer so he went to pick him up, while Alfred took over by Bruce's side.

"Dick, I would like to introduce you to two of my friends, they are part of the Justice League with me." Thomas set the boy down into his wheelchair.

Wonder Woman and Superman watched how Thomas interact with the boy, how careful he was when he picked the boy up and carried him. This was one of the first times they had seen more of secret identity persona. It was a drastic difference he was calm and compassionate, as opposed to impatient and brash.

The boy smiled at them, he was a little nervous meeting them. But if Thomas and Bruce trusted them, so could he.

"Hello Dick, I am Diana Prince," Wonder Woman smiled, due to her tall height she towered over the seated boy, so she look a knee to be on his level and make better eye contact.

Superman smiled as well, "It's nice to meet you, I'm Clark. You know I have son, he's thirteen. His name is Jon. I have to introduce you him to you."

Dick smiled back, "it's nice to meet you too and I'd like that, but if you would excuse me

I want to show Thomas." The boy positioned himself in front of the computer and quickly brought up some video feeds. "This alley is marked in the city as 13, but it's overridden in the computer as Crime Alley, I don't understand why."

Thomas took deep breath. "You know that a tragic accident took my wife, and nearly myself. That crime happened in alley 13, Bruce has now called it Crime Alley."

"Oh...well now that I know that, things make more sense, most of the other alleys I can only get partial view of from the street or security cameras. But this Alley is always monitored, except for when Robin was hurt."

Batman tries to understand everything he was told by Nightwing, but anything he was thinking left his mind when the all too familiar sound of heart monitor flat lining. "BRUCE!" he jumped to his feet and ran to his son.

Clark rushed over as well, with his powers he could detect things even some medical equipment might not pick up. Thomas glanced at Clark for confirmation "I can't detect his heart beat..."

Dick watched helplessly as Thomas attempted to revive his son with traditional CPR, The doctor was breathing heavily as his hands pressed down on his son's chest, Alfred joined him to aid him if needed. Luckily Bruce's heart started to beat again.

Diana placed a calming hand on Dick's shoulder. The boy leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her neck, and started to cry into her shoulder.

Bruce's eyes flickered open this time, his blue eyes looked up at his father, "Dad…" Bruce removed the mask slowly from his face, his voice cracked and was hardly above a whisper.

"Son." Thomas let out a sigh of relief, helping him replace his oxygen mask. "How are you feeling?"

"Dick, Bruce has woken up..." Diana whispered as she rubbed Dick's back in a circular motion.

Bruce didn't respond right away, rather than talking he picked up his hands and then brought his index fingers together twice, but the fingers didn't touch, he also scrunched up his nose.

Thomas nodded knowing that Bruce used the American Sign Language sign for 'hurt', so he looked at the medication and then adjusted it. "You will feel better soon." he took the cloth of the teen's forehead.

Dick blinked and pulled back slightly, he looked Diana in the eyes before looking to where Bruce lay.

"Would you like to see him?" She spoke gently

Dick nodded, Diana pushed his wheelchair closer to Bruce.

"His heart beat is already stronger than when we first arrived," Clark said.

Thomas nodded. Typical he didn't favor Clark's power of hearing hearts and using his X-ray vision for physical exams, but he knew he would be hard pressed to distance himself and he needed someone to help.

Dick reached over and touched Bruce's hand. The younger boy didn't say anything, he only looked down at Bruce with a blank look on his face. After a long pause he spoke, "Bruce?"

His voice croaked out the name. "Please...be okay..."

Thomas looked over at Dick, how heartbroken he was, this was the first time he regretted taking Dick in. That look on his face, fear of losing another family. Why did he do that to the poor boy? He didn't deserve this, but he chose to take the boy in and now he had to deal with the fall back that came from it, well he wouldn't not if he died. Thomas closed his eyes. He needed to decided what would happen to both boys-no both sons if something happened to him. His eyes looked around the room anyone here would be capable, but who would be willing? Clark and Lois would, but could Dick get around a farm in a wheelchair, were the doorways wide enough? What about Diana, no the Amazon was worse place for a boy in a wheelchair. He then looked to Alfred, at least he would stay here with the boys, but he wanted to confirm it with him.

Diana knelt down next to Dick once again after hearing him, she placed one of her strong hands on his, she could feel it shaking. "There is no need to be scared. It will all be okay."

Dick nodded, "I know…

"Thomas may I speak with you?" Diana narrowed her eyes as she looked from the boy to his guardian.

"I can keep an eye on Bruce," Clark offered, he didn't needed the ability to read minds to know how Diana was feeling, he could simply tell by the look in her face.

Thomas and Diana stepped "Diana what is it? Did you notice something with Dick?"

"I did, have you put any thought into the what would to happen if you died? The boy already lost one family and put him through it again that would be devastating. The boy is physically shaking, you never-"

"Diana, drop it."

"He needs a advocate, he didn't choose this. He needs a family that will be there for him, a traditional one."

Alfred looked over at Dick. The boy was by no means stupid, he knew what they were talking about. "Come Master Richard, I am sure everyone here could use a good meal, and Master Bruce will need something easy on his stomach when he wakes, come help me in the kitchen." He didn't leave room for objection. "Mr. Kent I am sure is quite capable of watching Master Bruce while we make the meal."

"I can really help?" Dick perking up, no matter how much he begged Alfred hardly let him cook with him, even if this was a only a move to distract him at this point Dick didn't care. Alfred pressed the button to go up to the main level.

"Yes, my boy. We are going to make soup. I will set you up at the table and show you how to cut vegetables."

"Really?" Dick gave a little smile.

"You've been begging me to allow you to help, so now is just a good of time as any."

Dick smiled, "okay! But I know how to cut vegetables. I've helped my mom cook for as long as I could remember, well her and everyone one else in the circus. We all cooked together. I peeled carrots and potatoes since I was really little, then I could use a knife and I help cut carrots and other veggies." Dick positioned himself at the table.

As Alfred walked by he ruffled Dick's hair. "I know how you put so much blame on yourself young sir, but really you shouldn't. Any dissatisfaction you hear from Master Thomas is on him, not you. The day he called me to tell me he was taking you in he was very clear that he wanted this manor absolutely ready for when you arrived. He did not want you to feel out of place. Right now he is facing the reality of his own mortality now, and that there is a good possibility of you becoming orphaned again. I am well aware you, at a young age already understand life and death. Master Thomas now realizes he has to be sure you are cared for if he should die, and Master Bruce, but he is older than you, and is close to an age where he can care for himself if need be." Alfred rubbed Dick's arm gently. "Now let's make some soup."

Alfred set Dick up at the kitchen table with a cutting board "I'm going to start you with some celery to cut." He carefully watched as Dick sliced the celery stalk in half length wise before cutting into across into smaller pieces, as the boy cut it he placed into the small bowl he was given. Once Alfred was comfortable enough to leave Dick alone with a knife as he turned his back to roast some chicken and boil some noodles.

Dick rolled back from the table and placed the bowl in his lap and brought it over to the butler, "Alfie, I finished."

Alfred smiled and looked down at the bowl of celery, it was easy to tell the boy attempted to keep the pieces similarly sized, but some were bigger than others, "perfect my boy, now how about come carrots?" Alfred placed the carrots into a bowl and a vegetable peeler and then the bowl inside another. "You can use one bowl for the peels," he handed the bowls to Dick to placed them in his lap and went back to the table to cut the vegetables.

Alfred smiled as he watched Dick peel the carrots, he never excepted help from any one, but then again no one really asked, it was rather nice having help.

A/N: So Bruce got himself into some trouble, and we met with Superman and Wonder Woman. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! More to come so please leave me a review! and thanks to everyone who has already reviewed/faved/followed!