These reviews are awesome! Keep them coming guys. So this one is going to be BlossomDragon's request at the end of Dark Knight Rises where Bruce takes the bomb and 'dies.' As usual I don't own the Batman trilogy.

"What are you doing?!" Gorden asked.

"I can get it over the bay."

"Set it to fly over the bay and then eject?" Catwomen asked.

"There's no autopilot." Robin said. "Batman you can't do this. You can't…"

"I'm leaving everything to you. The cave, the gadgets, everything." Robin let a single tear slid down his face. That wasn't just Batman talking; it was Bruce Wayne as well. HE was rereading his will to Dick. Then he looked at The Bat.

"You could have done anything, go anywhere, and you came back here."

"So did you."

"I guess we're both suckers." Catwoman then grabbed Batman and kissed him. Suddenly the Bat started up and started flying.

"No. What are you doing?!"

"The world still needs you Batman. They don't need a sidekick."

"I need you. Let me take it!" Batman yelled but Robin just shook his head.

"NO! ROBIN NO!" But he was too late Robin was already gone. Batman then tried to mouth function the Bat but Dick had already put an anti-hack code on the Bat." Suddenly an explosion was heard in the distance.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Batman shouted and fell to his knees. Batman wasn't Batman right now. He was Bruce Wayne. He had lost the most important person in his life once again. Gorden walked over to him and started rubbing his back. "Not him too. Please not him too." Gorden then looked deep into his eyes. He saw hurt into his eyes. Almost the same eyes that he saw…

"Bruce." Gorden whispered. Then he looked to the sky where they saw the Bat last. "Richard." All of a sudden, Batman stood up and grappled away. Gorden didn't know it but he started shedding tears.

Batman went back to the batcave still devastated about what happened. His mask was pulled off his face and was in his hands. He was standing over the ledge by the waterfall. He just stared at the mask. Batman was supposed to help people and all because simple distraction, he'd lost the most important person in his life.

"Please tell me it's not true sir." A familiar voice came from behind him. Bruce turned behind him and saw Alfred staring wide-eyed at him. By the look on Bruce's face, Alfred knew that it was true.

"It was supposed to be me. Selina was talking to me and he took the bomb and…" Bruce then allowed the tears to flow down his face. Alfred then came over to Bruce and put his arm around his shoulders.

"I'm so very sorry sir." Alfred said but Bruce broke out of his grasp and held his mask tighter. He then shouted in anger, threw the mask on the ground and then he brushed past Alfred to go back to the manor.

"…and all of Gotham was saved. However two people were killed in this tragedy. Richard Wayne and Batman himself. Batman, you will be missed. A ceremony to celebrate Batman will be tomorrow at the Gotham Police Department. Now for tonight's weather…" Clark Kent turned off the T.V and looked at the thirteen year old unconscious next to him. He had found him washed up on shore and his leg was bent weird making him think it was broken. Clark could still hear his heartbeat so he picked him up gently and took him to his apartment. He called a doctor and got him examined. He had a fever and a broken foot.

"Sorry Bruce. But he's not ready to come home just yet."

Dick's funeral was held following day. The only people there were Bruce, Alfred, Lucius, Commissioner Gorden, and a few Wayne Enterprise members. Dick's grave was placed right next to Thomas and Martha Wayne. Everyone was emotional, especially Bruce. After the funeral was over, Bruce fell to his knees and began to stroke Dick's name on the tombstone.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered. Bruce stayed like that for a good ten minutes before finally stood up and looked at his parent's graves. "I'm sorry" He told their gravestones. "It's my entire fault. I let Dick get into this Batman thing too much that I let my own son…your grandson…be killed because the city was in trouble. I failed you." Bruce then walked into the manor. Alfred just stood there and looked at the door where Bruce disappeared to.

Days passed and Bruce was still in the manor. He never left the manor now. No one had seen him since the funeral. The only time he showed his face was when he went out as Batman; However Batman became a lot colder and left most criminals in body casts, other than that he just sat in his study.

"Master Bruce I will not allow you to shut yourself out like this."

"How can I? My life means nothing now. He's…

"Master Dick wouldn't want you to shut yourself out like this. Would you want Dick to act like this? To spend all his life being batman?

That's the last thing I wanted for him. I never wanted this for him.

"Sir do you love him?"

"Of course I do…did. I would have done anything for him, even trade places with him."

"Then do him a favor sir, go and make sure nothing like this ever happens again."

"Alfred why are you always right?"

Dick suddenly began to stir back at Clark's apartment. Dick can you hear me?" Dick moaned. "Come on Dick, open those eyes."

"C-Clark?"

"It's me Dick. Are you ok?"

"I…I feel so…uhhh." Dick said and suddenly got sick.

"Whoa Whoa easy Dick." Clark said as he grabbed the waste basket. After Dick was done, he started crying, "Dick its ok it's ok. You're alright." Dick tried to move but all of a sudden Dick's foot gave a burst of pain.

"AHHHHHHH"

"Dick easy, your foot's broken. You need to let it heal."

"Bruce. Where's Bruce?"

"He's coming; you need to rest for now." Clark carefully got Dick in a comfortable position and finally Dick closed his eyes. Clark knew that Bruce wasn't coming but he didn't want Dick to have a panic attack after what had happened.

"Hello."

"Ma?"

"Clark! It's so good to hear from you."

"You too ma. Listen, I have uh…a close friend that's really sick. Do you think you could come over and help?"

"Oh of course. IN fact I might make some chicken soup to make him feel better."

"Good idea Ma, we'll be here waiting."

"Ok, goodbye Clark."

"Bye Ma." About 20 minutes later, Clark's mother came in with a pot of her world famous Chicken soup.

"Goodness, that poor boy. Well I'm glad you called me Clark. Right, let me call a doctor for the pool lad."

"Dick? Wake up now." Dick opened his eyes right away.

"I have some food for you."

"Oh, ok. Clark where's Bruce."

"Well, um…"

"He doesn't know where I am?"

"No. do you remember anything?

"I remember a plane crash or something."

"Dick you took that bomb so Bruce wouldn't have to."

"I…" Suddenly Dick remembered everything. From Talia to taking the bomb so Bruce could still… "Bruce! Is he alright?"

"Dick, Bruce thinks you're dead."

"Dead? But if Bruce thinks I'm dead…"

"Dick, he's had a lot on his mind. You just need to calm down. As soon as that leg heals then I'll take you home." Dick thought about this for a moment.

"Alright, can I at least tell Bruce I'm alright; I think it's killing him."

"I see no harm." Clark gave him some paper, a pencil, and a book so he could write flat. As soon as his letter was finished he gave it to Clark to send it out.

Bruce was in his study as usual. He may have agreed to not shut himself up but that didn't mean he could have a moment to mourn. He missed that little boy so much. He loved him more than anything and always would.

It was about a week after Dick had moved into the manor. The little six year old was just sitting in front of the fire playing with his Batman plush. Bruce was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. It was storming out but that didn't bother either one. Well Dick got scared when a large boom was heard. It made his ears hurt.

'Crack'

'BOOM!'

Dick screamed and ran to Bruce. Bruce held him tight as Dick's grip on his shirt tightened. "Don't cry Dickie. I'm here now. Nothing will hurt you." Bruce said. Dick looked up at Bruce and smiled. Bruce then set the newspaper on the table and they both sat down by the fire together. Alfred later came in with a blanket and two hot chocolates. They both drank their hot chocolates still in each other's embrace.

"Sir? This was addressed to you." Alfred said coming in with a letter and snapping him out of his memory.

"What? Oh thank you Alfred." Bruce said. He then proceeded to open the letter and read it.

Dear Bruce,

I'm writing this to let you know that I am alive. I managed to get out of the plane before the bomb went off. I'm ok, I just managed to get my foot broken but someone is taking care of me. I can't tell you where I am now. It would be too risky, or that's what the person taking care of me said. Don't come looking for me. As soon as my foot heals, I'll come home. I'm sure Alfred heard on the news. Tell him I'm alright. I'll come home as soon as I can. I love you.

Your son,
Dick

Bruce was already in tears before he finished the letter. "Dick;" He whispered. "He's alive." Bruce didn't care if Dick told him not to look for him. He was going to find him if it was the last thing he ever did. He then burst into the elevator shaft to head into the Batcave. Down there was Alfred no less cleaning no less.

"Sir what's…?"

"He's alive Alfred. He's alive!"

"Who sir?"

"Dick! He wrote the letter I got!"

"That's wonderful sir. Has he told you where his is?"

"No. But I will find him." Bruce said and went to suit up.

"It's good to have you back sir."

I'm sorry guys, but this is taking much longer then I originally planned. So I'm going to have to stop right here. Plus I haven't been getting as many reviews as I want. So I'll post when I have at least 5 more reviews. Thanks

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