Author's Note: Consider this an epilogue of sorts for the Flying Trapese arc. Sorry for the delay, I've been pretty busy with life and work.

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Dick took a moment to take off his mask as he stepped into the Batcave. This was a safe place; it had been made clear when he started out as Robin the Boy Wonder. It didn't take him long to find Bruce in front of the monitor, a map of the general area filling the screen.

"Hey," he said simply.

Bruce ignored him and typed on the keyboard, the map being swapped with several mug shots of men and a woman lined up. Dick recognized each face after a few moments and looked away, at a loss for words.

"I didn't realize you did this every year," Dick chuckled weakly, "Don't tell me you have their faces on dart boards."

At this, Bruce tilted his head in Dick's direction. Dick cringed, not liking the look in the older man's eyes.

"Every last one of these people hurt you in some way," Bruce's voice was devoid of feeling, even if his eyes were narrowed, "And none of them had even a remotely sane reason for doing it."

He pointed to Zucco's mug shot, "For boredom. To set an example with Haley if he didn't get his way."

He pointed to the first woman, who appeared to have a black eye, "For the hell of it and because she couldn't see past your background to do her job properly."

As he continued talking, direction attention to each new mug shot, Dick was reminded of how much of an impact each of them had made. Zucco murdered his parents. The social worker essentially sent him to prison for no reason. One of Pop's men, who gave Zucco the means and the way to sabotage the wire that fateful night. He didn't dare remember his name, that man was dead to Dick and the rest of his family for all they cared. A hitman Zucco hired to keep Dick from testifying and gave him a scar on his left thigh in the process.

"I..." Bruce started, but trailed off. His shoulders slumped and it looked like he was tempted to bang his head against the monitor. He tried again, "I...I know I don't always demonstrate my parenting skills properly when it comes to you."

Dick had a feeling where this conversation was heading, but he let Bruce continue. The effort it must have taken to make an attempt was tremendous.

"There are rules I set up regarding you that at times are called unfair, hypocritical, or reckless and borderline idiotic to follow," Bruce sighed, "I told you not to give away your identity in an attempt to keep you safe, yet I essentially informed the Team of your past without a care in the world. I have expected you not to keep secrets from me, yet I have repeatedly kept you in the dark on matters that I shouldn't have to begin with. I set up rules in an effort to remind you of what not to do, not realizing until it's too late that they have made problems worse. And the worst thing to do in these instances is to act as if there was nothing wrong with these decisions."

It still amazed Dick that Bruce needed to make a grand speech about anything whenever he wanted to just say -

"I'm sorry."

Dick blinked, and checked his ears for blockage. Did Bruce really just say -

"How did the Team take it?"

He blinked again and scratched the back of his head, "Uh...Garfield cried. So did Zee. Everyone else was in shock. Nothing out of the ordinary. Well, except when Kaldur learned about the social worker."

A ghost of a smirk appeared on Bruce's face, "Someone wanted a picture, did they?"

"Artemis," Dick said without missing a beat.

"I'll send her a mug shot," Bruce redirected his attention back to the monitor, "And Dick?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm...get changed. We can go to the cemetery together."

Dick smiled sadly, "Okay, big guy."

And with that, he marched up the stairs into Wayne Manor.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry I haven't been updating this! Too many stories and it has been getting harder to write this fic now! No more Dick!Centric stories for a while now, I swear! Wally is next! Please review and Happy New Year, 2020!