Disclaimer: If I own DC Comics there will be a lot of DaddyBat moments. I also do not own any fandom, story or series that made a cameo in this story due to the author's wild and inconsistent imagination.

A/N: Some POV's might be confusing and I'll try to fix it next time. :) And so sorry for the long wait…. LONG CHAPTER AHEAD. Do leave a review if you can!


Chapter 6: Today I've discovered that…

The Next Day

To say that Richard Thomas Wayne is bored must be the understatement of the year. He's dying, absolutely wretched and in despair as he lay on the sofa with absolutely nothing to do! He heaved a sigh; the sound seemed to take too much effort to make, and he deflated further in the sofa. His baby blue eyes flickered to the floor-to-ceiling glass windows; he could perfectly see Mr. Sun decided to bless Gotham City with his rarely seen rays; the outside world shining warmly, birds happily flitting through the trees- it was such a perfect day to go outside and play with Mother Nature. Alas, he's stuck alone inside this humongous mansion. With absolutely nothing to do, did he already mention that?

The boy's large baby blue eyes landed on the clock. 8:39 am, the clock says. That means his Daddy and his grandfather figure had been gone for two hours already, and he won't be expecting them to be back for another 5 hours. You might be wondering where the adults went. Dick is wondering about that too. Bruce and Alfred had dashed out of the house once Bruce opened the daily newspaper and told Dick sadly and firmly to stay inside the house.

Ever since the incident at the concert Bruce had been even more protective; he won't let the child out of his sight for more than five seconds, and now Dick is not even allowed to go out to the manor grounds without adult supervision- seriously! But if Dick is being honest he completely understands where Bruce is coming from; the concert incident had been indeed scary, he now has an additional collection to his nightmares. The only bright spot that day is when he meets Barbara, Aunt Mare, Uncle Jim and Superman.

Hmmm, Barbara… now that's a nice idea. Maybe Dick can call her? But wait, no, scratch that he doesn't know her number. He should totally ask his Daddy later for Barbara's number.

What to do, what to do now? The little boy thought.

The little boy suddenly perks up as an idea popped into his head. He could watch the TV! As he stood up to get the remote something crunched loudly beneath his feet. Dick froze; that wasn't his Batplane or Batmobile right? His sure his Daddy would be pretty mad if he broke it. Gulping, the little boy dared to look down.

It was the newspaper.

Perhaps in their rush earlier, Bruce had brought the newspaper accidentally to the living room and had forgotten all about it.

Dick cocked his head to the side; curious. He picked up the paper and sat back on the sofa; his back straight and cleared his throat (or at least tried to) before flipping the paper to the front page- exactly the way what he saw his Daddy does every morning.

A picture of them greeted him. It was taken at the backstage, where he was sleeping peacefully while his Daddy sang him a lullaby in Romani. Dick looks below the picture to read the caption of the article: The King of Gotham cradling the Little Prince of Gotham to sleep! Cocking his head to the side, the little boy frowned; they have a prince in Gotham? Bummer, they didn't get the chance to meet him that would be so cool. Dick flipped through the newspaper but all he saw was pictures of them, Superman and the concert incident. He doesn't saw a single picture of the said Little Prince- wonder what he looks like? With a sigh he closed the newspaper and proceeded to get the remote. What a boring thing to read! Dick was thoroughly amazed at his Daddy right now because he can finish reading the whole thing every morning.

Once he got the remote the little boy settled back on the plush sofa and switched the TV on. Superman's face greeted him this time. It was a recap of his interview earlier this day for apparently saving a woman from being kidnapped. The little boy leaned forward instantly, a smile on his lips as he watched Superman answer questions after questions and then frowned, his little eyebrows drawing near together. There's something…wrong with Superman. He squinted and his eyes instantly met Superman's unearthly blue eyes through the TV, the little boy let out a gasp as he realised Superman wasn't really focusing in any of the cameras, or to anything for that matter. Superman's eyes are distant, glassy and full of sadness like he's missing something.

The little boy slumped back on the sofa, his own eyes becoming glassy and distant. He felt a pang of sadness and hastily switched the channel. The little boy knows that look very well; he sees it in Bruce's and Alfred's eyes whenever they look at the portrait of Martha and Thomas Wayne hanging above the fireplace. He couldn't bear to look at Superman; it really hurts seeing him like that for some unknown reason.

He broke away from his thoughts when he heard the Scooby- doo theme song came on and his head snapped up. A grin threatens to break his face into two as he started to bounce up and down to the upbeat song. He loves Scooby-doo! Thoughts completely forgotten he gave his full attention to the show and paid attention to the clues the team kept finding, hoping he can solve the mystery himself before the team does. Currently, the team is now searching the old, huge, and castle-like mansion…that somewhat looks like the manor he's currently residing on…The boy sat up straight, his whole body brightening with his suddenly thrilling epiphany.

And come to think of it he had never roamed the whole manor before; it was just impossibly large for him. How can Alfred clean the whole manor anyway all by himself? But if Alfred can do it, the little boy is sure he can do it too! He's going to search for the manor's mysteries and solve it!

Giddily, he jumped out of the sofa, switched the TV off and run to his room where he grabbed his Batman plushie to be his partner.


An hour later the little boy found himself walking inside his Daddy's huge study, his expression eager for an adventure. So far he had discovered where Alfred hid ALL of his sugary treats (HAHA!), managed to eat some of them, and had finally found out where the attic is. He pauses at Bruce's chair and gazes at it sadly; he badly misses his Daddy but didn't let it deter him as he roams the study, looking at it like he'd never seen it before... Finally he came to a stop before the grandfather's clock.

There's nothing in here! He thought. He leaned against the clock and almost immediately jumped away as he felt the clock move a little. Dick frowned up at it; it must be really old. He turned around and exited the room. He really should explore that huge attic.

All Dick found in the attic are musty old furniture and photo albums and oh how he loved the photos! The little boy was sitting on the floor, his Batman plushie besides him, and his hair getting gently tousled by the wind coming from the window he opened earlier. He had found his Daddy's baby album and was giggling all throughout the time he's flipping it. His Daddy is so adorable! As he was nearing the end, a picture fluttered out of the album. Dick picked it up and gushed. It was a picture of Alfred holding baby Bruce, it was so cute! Alfred even got that twinkle in the eye when he's truly happy. Dick stared at it for a moment and decided to bring it downstairs; he's sure his Daddy and Alfred would be happy to see it. He was about to pocket it when the wind blew and took it away from his grasp. Panicking, Dick jumped up and ran after it until it flew inside a huge wardrobe. Dick hastily flung open the wardrobe's doors and found the picture lying innocently below the dusty clothes hanging inside. Just as he bent down to pick it up, a cold, cold draft of wind blew from nowhere inside the wardrobe. Dick stared wide- eyed with his wind swept hair at the supposedly wooden back of the wardrobe. Just where on earth that wind did came from? He can't see behind all of the musty, thick clothes… but there shouldn't be anything behind those clothes but the back panel of the wardrobe right? Dick bit his lower lip as he pocketed the picture and stepped inside of the wardrobe. He raised both of his arms before him, as if he was playing ghost, to grope something whatever was before him that he couldn't see− preferably the back of the wardrobe. He pushes his way between the clothes, coughing a little when the dusts shifts and tickles his nose and throat, and slowly stepped further inside the wardrobe.


The next he knew… cold wind blew at him from all sides and he has to shield his face from the harsh winds before everything settled around him. When he lowers down his arms, his eyes widen when pure white greeted him. Snow was falling thickly around him, on the ground, on the trees; on the bushes and leaves… everything was covered with snow! It was beautiful! Dick felt like he stepped into a winter wonderland! Amazed, Dick stepped further away from where he is and into the snow, he shivered in both joy and cold went his feet touched the snow beneath him. A bubble of laughter burst out from him as he twirled around, loving the feeling of the falling snow kissing his skin. He looked back and only saw the dark outlines of the clothes hanging inside the wardrobe. Hmm, it wouldn't hurt to explore a little more wouldn't it?

He turned around and spotted a huddled figure making his way through the thick snow. It was a man, thin and lean, it seems like he was holding something between his arms. What's even more peculiar is that between his bushy, curly hair, there seems to be two, short horns poking out of it… and his pants… is that actually his legs? Why is it covered with fur?

Curious, Dick went after the figure.

(A/N: Lol, that's not actually what, had happened. Can you guess where the Winter Wonderland that Dick found is? xD)


The next thing he knew… his foot felt like it missed something, more like a step, and he found himself falling down a loooooooooong set of cold, cold stairs. Dick grunted and cried out in pain as bruises started to decorate his body, scratches and wounds inflicting themselves on him. He tried to stop himself from falling further, but his momentum won't stop or give him enough time to grab hold of something. His head hit the stairs multiple times and he could feel blood dripping down his head and other limbs. His hips hurt, and his arms felt awkward. Dick is beyond dizzy, he feel like he could puke his guts and blood out if he was given a chance to, and his body is starting to feel numb from all the battery it's going through. He closed his eyes and just waited for the pain to stop…He didn't even get the chance to scream as he suddenly felt himself plummeting too fast, tears streaming up from his tightly closed eyes as all he can see is darkness…

He landed on something soft.

Numb with pain, Dick pried his eyes open, he could barely make out anything though…and sleep was calling strongly to him…so he closes his eyes once again…


Bruce was thoroughly pissed, yet relieved at the same time. Don't argue how he can, he's Batman, he can do both. Right now he and Alfred are on their way home after long hours of fixing the unwanted spotlight on his son by the daily newspaper. They couldn't reach the manor any sooner; both of them are itching to arrive since they hated leaving their baby bird alone. But they have to.

"I still can't believe they made Dick the whole focus of the newspaper." Bruce muttered angrily. "Even if it's for a good cause."

"That makes two of us, sir." Alfred replied.

"It's unbelievable, I understand that the kids don't want to be reminded of the incident or be on the front page of the newspaper but focusing on Dick as their cover? Hmph! They even made an article about how much Dick and I look so alike. Of course, we do! He's my biological son. Our handsomeness runs in our blood, and it isn't exactly a new fact, why do they always make it a big deal on how "good" we look like?"

Alfred didn't reply, partly he doesn't know what to say to that, and frankly because he's still tired by the ruckus Bruce caused at the Gotham's Gazette, he thought that Dick had finally brought him back to shape, apparently though he thought wrong. Bruce was unaware of his butler's lack of response since he decided to brood.

The newspaper was a shock so early in the morning. There was absolutely nothing in there that wasn't about his son. His son. There was even an article about Dick's brand of clothes during the concert, an article dedicated solely to his adorableness (he is so gonna keep that article, the only good thing about that newspaper), an article how Dick appeared at the stage, another one for how he behaved during the concert before the concert, etc. Talk about priorities! How dare they use his son as a cover without his permission?

It was understandable that he stormed into the publishing company early this morning demanding for an explanation, his intimidating figure daunting everyone near him− especially since he got an equally intimidating butler at his back. The Editor- in- chief came out to greet him and instantly cowered away from his harsh glare paired with Alfred's cool, angry eyes. In the end, he explained to them through his stuttering that the children at the incident requested that they don't want to be put into the highlights of the newspaper since they don't need more publicity, and that the newspaper team had brainstormed for an effective cover for them. The solution? His son. After all, what's the next best thing to the incident other than Bruce Wayne's only son's first public appearance (which actually turned into a disaster− but was personally saved by Superman− but that was beside the point said the Editor and Bruce nearly strangled him for it)? That meeting shouldn't have lasted long since Bruce finally accepted their reason and making them promise (threatened) to ask him first next time, he and Alfred were about to leave when the first phone rang...followed by the other…and another...

Soon all the phones in the publishing company were ringing and people were scrambling to answer them. Bruce could only blink at the sudden chaos around him and was about to leave again when he was stopped by the editor shouting after him.

"Mr. Wayne! The people of Gotham loved your son! They loved the Little Prince of Gotham!"

WHAT?!

Turns out the calls are from people from different parts of Gotham and some are even calls from the neighbouring cities, such as Star City and Metropolis, and are all asking them one thing: more about the Little Prince of Gotham. Bruce was apparently moved up to being the King of Gotham ever since he got Dick, making Dick the little prince. He adamantly refused the title; personally, he likes the sound of the White Knight of Gotham better than the King of Gotham. And if he's not mistaken, Alfred's immaculate moustache just twitched a bit. He glared at him.

The editor kept pestering, pleading and begging him to tell him more about Dick. Bruce was seriously considering strangling the editor if not for the noise around him; more calls about requesting to know Dick a little more. Bruce was absolutely refusing to give anything about his son; he doesn't remember how it happened but the next thing he knew Lucius and Mare got involved and where there beside him, discussing the pros and cons of the situation to him. The 'meeting' was lasting for hours and it kept dragging on and on. It was giving Bruce a massive headache and he wanted nothing more but to go home and cuddle Dick close to him until they both fall asleep. And probably dream of staring to some amazing unearthly blue eyes and strong, muscular arms wrapped around them...

In the end, he was harassed, pressured and wrestled into giving up a few photos of Dick in his phone and telling them a minuscule detail about how great and lovable his son is and reluctantly promises to release a few photos of Dick after every few months so the publishing company can leak it into the public. After that they were free to go and he nearly runs to the exit to escape the place as fast as possible.


Noisy… why is it so noisy? Dick fidgets in his sleep, he was so comfortable in his bed and he wants to sleep more, but the noise kept going on around him. Plus, his body sore all over. What happened to him? Wait a minute, he remembers falling down a set of stairs and then…

Eyes snapping open, Dick sat straight up. Breathing heavily as his eyes and head swam around for a bit until they righted themselves. He looked around and found himself in some sort of a medical bay; another bed was next to him and different medical equipment was around the room. He scrunched his eyebrows, he landed in a hospital? But how...He looked up and found a tiny hole in the ceiling, surrounded by bats glaring down at him for disturbing their sleep. He waved cheerily back at them.

What on earth is this place? Where is this even? This place… looks cool!

A grin threatening to split his face into two, he gingerly climbed down the bed to his feet and exited the room. A gasp escaped his lips as he gazed at the enormous dark cave he found himself in. A huge computer was mounted against the far wall, there's a giant coin and oh my gods a DINOSAUR! He stepped further into the cave while looking wide- eyed at everything, somehow he felt safe here and didn't mind the dark. His head snapped up to the ceiling when he heard low chitterling sounds.

Bats, lots of bats, were chattering on the ceiling, fluttering their wings to the sides while hanging upside down, and as he gazed up at them he bumped into something cold. And hard. He tears his gaze away from the ceiling-ful of bats and found he hit a glass case holding...Oh. My. Gods. Of. Olympus. It's Batman! Err, he means, it's Batman's costume! It's Batman's costume! How cool is this?! Whoah! Dick openly gaped at the beautiful, imposing costume, his eyes drinking in every detail of the suit, it's funny really how much his Daddy and Batman seems to have the same physique. He caught sight of a reflection on the glass of a rather magnificent car behind him and he whirled around, eyes locking on the Batmobile. He all but run towards it while squealing happily. He examined every inch of the car and was amazed at the similarities of it between his own Batmobile which his Daddy created for him. He grinned proudly, wow; his Daddy got a great eye for details. How he wished he could get to ride in it!

Beep.

Dick froze in his admiration for the Batmobile and look around. Where that sound did came from?

You have a new message.

He turned slowly towards the direction of the computer as the electronic female voice faded out and as it glowed to life, it's light barely illuminating the dark cave revealing various equipment Dick didn't know what was for and other cool things. The computer screen blinked out the email to the side and was now showing a new window asking for the password. Dick walked towards it almost reverently... Batman's computer...the Batcomputer...whoah...He stops in front of it and briefly wondered what Batman's password could be. He sighed, that would be cool to know...wait is that his Dad's expensive cologne? He sniffed again, and again, his pert nose moving like a dog's until his sense of smell led him to the plush leather chair in front of the Batcomputer. Dick gingerly climbed atop the chair and pressed his nose to the backrest; he inhaled deeply and smelled the tell-tale signs of sweat, some blood and antiseptic, more leather and yes, a hint of his Daddy's expensive cologne. Huh, Daddy and Batman use the same cologne? Cool! Another similarity and oh...

Dick stared as he caught sight of his own smiling face eternally frozen in a picture staring back at him. He can see his huge baby blue eyes brimming with laughter as his mouth are indeed caught in a laughing motion. Dick's eyes widen as he recognized the picture; it was taken on his very first day on the manor. His Daddy had been ecstatic as he toured him proudly around the manor, telling stories on when and how it was built and about their great ancestors that Dick found it really amusing of his Daddy. That particular moment in the picture, Dick had pressed his mouth together tightly to stop himself from laughing out loud just to tease Bruce. His Daddy told him to just let it all out and plead and plead until he finally gave up and he burst out laughing, Bruce instantly whipped out a camera from who knows where and snapped a picture of him; grinning cheekily all the while. Dick smiled fondly and chuckled a little at the memory. Now the question is... How did Batman acquire that picture?

Unless...

Whirling the chair to face the computer properly, Dick stared up the screen apprehensively. If his suspicions are correct then... With trembling fingers, Dick typed out what he guessed is the password...

Richard Thomas Wayne

(A/N: We all know that Batman's password isn't that too easy to guess, haha, but do roll with it for the story's sake.)

Almost instantly the window snapped shut and opened up a series of folders, windows, and other things too fast for Dick's eyes to follow. He slowly released a breath he didn't know he was holding; all things started to make sense now, why Bruce suddenly disappeared at night to work, why Alfred too seems to disappear at night, why did his Daddy suddenly have a bruise he certainly didn't have before, and all the things he had seen in the cave that was so familiar to his Daddy.

Because his Daddy is Batman.

His Daddy is Batman.

Daddy is Batman.

A shocked expression settled on his face as the realization dawns on him and he stayed like that for a few moments...before he jumped out of his seat, letting out a whooping scream. Daddy is Batman! Oh gosh! He jumped around the cave in his excitement, and did a few acrobatics executions in almost every surface he touched; he doesn't care if he's waking up the bats in all the noise he's making, he's far too happy to care. He jumped, run, leaps, flip, slide and did a few other verbs as he explored the cave happily, still can't get over his discovery. Daddy is Batman! How AMAZING is that?! He somehow managed to get up in the ceiling and hung from a stalactite while screaming joyfully at the top of his lungs, a few bats flew away from him, startled out of their sleep and disturbed by his exuberant noise. Cheering and laughing, he let go of the stalactite as he swing himself towards the Dinosaur nearby, he did tuck midair and he slide inside the Dinosaur's mouth down to its throat and into its hollow belly. He laughed loudly, his laughs echoing throughout the hollow statue as he lay down suddenly too tired to move. He felt his eyes drooping slightly so he gathered his remaining energy and turned on his side and curled in himself; maybe he could sleep here for a while...just a few minutes...


"Master Bruce we had arrived."

Bruce was pulled out of his reveries as he heard Alfred's voice and the car came into a stop in front of the manor's front doors. He exited the car and Alfred quickly pulled away to take the car back to the garage. Bruce walked briskly to the front door, eager to see his son again and pull him close...

"DICK! I'm home!" He shouted as he entered the house.

Silence.

"Dick?" Bruce frowned, getting slightly worried. Normally Dick will come barrelling into him even before he got to step inside the manor- even those rare times that's Dick's upset with him. He went upstairs and checks the living room, Dick's not there. He went to his and Dick's bedroom only to find it empty, he went to the library next and his study to get the same results. Getting worried for real now, Bruce rushed around the house searching for his missing son.

"DICK! Where are you? Come out now, baby bird!" Bruce shouted, hoping his son just went to play around the manor like always. But the eerily resounding silence is unnerving. He runs downstairs just in time to see Alfred coming back from the garage.

"ALFRED! I can't find Dick anywhere!" He exclaimed, slightly out of breath. Alfred's eyes widen and instantly went to the kitchen. Bruce moved back upstairs, understanding Alfred's silent message that he'll search downstairs while Bruce handle the upper floors. Bruce scourges every room he passes vigorously, shouting Dick's name as he went but he still got no response. It seems like hours went by when he reaches the manor's top floor - the attic- when Alfred's voice rang in his earpiece.

"I'm afraid, Master Bruce that I can't find Master Dick anywhere down here."

Bruce's breath hitched as fear wormed its way into his heart. He didn't reply as he reached for the attic's door handle, wishing against anything that his son is in there, safe and sound. The door swung open easily for his liking, and revealed a childless room with an open window... the Batplushie he gave his son lay on the floor; forgotten.

Bruce feels like his knees are going to buckle under the sudden cold weight he's feeling. No, not his precious baby bird, no, no, no, not his son, God please...no...

He grabbed the plushie and run angrily downstairs. Oh he was going to make them pay, whoever they are, for hurting his son and taking him away from him, he's going to find them and make them wish they were never born. He passed Alfred as he made his way to his study. He clicked the mechanism around the grandfather's clock to reveal the hidden passageway and he instantly stormed towards the Batcave and run towards the Batcomputer...to found it open already. Bruce froze in his tracks...did the kidnappers also knew now that he's Batman? Is that why they took Dick? Is his identity compromised now? Alfred's steps going down to the Batcave startle him to action again and he check the computer quickly, surprised that absolutely nothing was out of place except that it's open and he got a new email from Barry Allen.

What's going on here? He thought angrily.

He shook his head, no, focus on finding Dick first. His son-his world- comes first. He opened up the tracking system on Dick's necklace and set them on finding Dick just as Alfred came to silently stand beside him.

Bruce tapped his fingers against the keyboard, willing the search to go faster; even thou not even more than a few seconds just passed. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the pointer on the computer quickly zeroed in on one location and Bruce held his breath. Please let him be safe, let him be safe...the pointer stopped in the Batcave's location.

He and Alfred stared at the computer. What? Bruce clicked a few more keys and willing the pointer to be more specific. After a few more seconds, there was no mistaking it, Dick is somewhere in the Batcave. Bruce and Alfred whirled around searching for any hiding spot where Dick could possibly be. Guided by some instinct, Bruce ran to the Dinosaur, quickly opening the hatch under the statue's belly and climbed inside it. He instantly spotted Dick, curled into his self while sleeping peacefully. Bruce almost sagged in relief as he quickly gathered his son in his arms and held him tight. Oh his precious little prince...

Apparently, he's squeezing him too tightly because Dick soon woke up; squirming. "Daaad~"

Bruce tried to rocked him gently back to sleep as he slowly made his way out of the statue but once Dick's sleepy baby blues met his half- worried, half- relieved navy blues he snapped alert instantly. Dick wrapped his tiny arms around Bruce's neck excitedly and tightly.

"You're Batman!"

Bruce tried to pry away his son's arms away from his esophagus but Dick's locked on tight. Dick kept laughing and squealing, "You're Batman!" Alfred stood to the side, obviously enjoying the father's futile attempts and Dick's happiness, the tension in his shoulders are gone now, greatly relieved upon seeing his grandson safe.

Bruce finally pulled Dick away a little bit, just enough to look over him. "Dick, how did you find this cave?"

"I went through a wardrobe and fell down a set of stairs." Dick answered too cheerily.

"What?" Alfred and Bruce exclaimed.

Grabbing Dick's arms, Bruce felt the blood draining from his face as he checked for any bruises and wounds and even any mild scratches on his son's body. He found none. A few fading bruises here and there and a huge bump on his head was obvious, but even that was waning. A lot of jagged holes and lines were heavily decorating Dick's clothes though, supposedly showing where he should have the wounds he had accumulated from his fall, but showing pale, white skin instead. "Dick, are you okay? How did you fall? Why did you fall? Where's the wardrobe? Is that the one from the attic? What are you even doing in there?!"

"Yes Daddy I'm fine. I was bored so I explored the manor and then I found the attic. A picture went into the wardrobe but there was wind coming from inside the wardrobe so I got curious and went inside it to check it out! It was so dark I didn't saw the stairs so boom! I fell and it hurts a lot!" Bruce's and Alfred's breaths hitched went unnoticed by the boy. "The next thing I knew I passed out on a bed over there and woke up in the same bed!" He whipped out a picture from his pocket and presented it to Bruce's face.

Bruce took the picture from his hands and smiled fondly. He handed it to Alfred whose eyes sparked in recognition before turning his attention back to his son.

"Dick, what were you thinking? Alfred and I were worried sick about you! We couldn't find you anywhere and I thought somebody had taken you or worse." Bruce said while pulling Dick close and burying his face on his son's soft hair.

"I'm sorry Daddy, but I just want to give that picture to you."

"Indeed, Master Dick. Thank you for this picture it is greatly appreciated but next time do not scare us like that ever again." Alfred said as he rubbed his knuckles gently on the boy's fluffy cheeks.

"Yes Dickie, thank you."

"I'm sorry to you too, Alfred. I promise it won't happen again."

"Very good Master Dick, now would you like to tell us what you did here in the cave?"

Bruce and Dick looked around, both of them just noticing some of the mess lying around the floor. Thankfully, nothing was broken. "Oh that, sorry, I was jumping around the cave because I was so happy that I discovered that Daddy is Batman."

Alfred nodded and Bruce asked. "How did you figured out it was me?"

Dick pointed to the glass containing his costume, the Batmobile, his chair, the picture of him, and the Batcomputer. "They were all similar to you!"

Bruce didn't know what he meant and decided not to ask. "You're the one who opened the Batcomputer? Nobody else? Nobody else has been in here?"

"Yes! Nobody but me!"

"How?"

"All of your computers' password in the manor is my name." Dick grinned cheekily up at him.

"Right. I'll change it instantly."

Dick's face fell and he couldn't help but laugh and nuzzle his face with Dick's. "Oh my little detective. Now Dick, you have to understand the danger-"

"I won't tell anyone."

"..."

"I swear I won't tell anyone. I know about secret aliases Daddy and the danger it brings to people who knew. Auntie Diana explained it all to me before~!"

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Bruce pulled Dick even closer and hugged him really tight. "Don't ever scare me like that Dickie, I thought I lost you for real..."

Dick hugged him back. "I'm so sorry Daddy. Please don't be mad at me."

"I'm not." Bruce kissed his son's forehead firmly and started murmuring sweet nothings to his ear.

"I hate to interrupt this moment, but Master Bruce we have visitors coming over in an hour, remember?"

Bruce sighed softly in his son's hair. "Right. We'll be upstairs Alfred just give us a moment."

Alfred nodded and walked out of the cave. Bruce looked down at his tiny child and smiled fondly. He really didn't know what he would do if Dick was taken away from him...

As if reading what's on his mind, Dick placed a hand on his left cheek and smiled adorably. "I love you Daddy."

Bruce grinned goofily before showering his son with kisses. Dick squirmed in his arms, laughing happily at his Daddy's antics. "I love you too, my little prince."

"Oh right! Daddy do we have a prince in Gotham? Superman saved him too last night! How come we didn't get to meet him?"

Bruce stared at him. "I think we need to work on your detective skills. That little prince was you."

Dick's eyes popped and his jaw dropped. "Me?! I'm a prince?!"

"Yes..."

"Does that mean you're a king?"

"...yes..."

"How-"

"Look Dickie, why don't we get ready for our visitors." Bruce said and carried Dick out of the Batcave.

"Okay. Who are our visitors?"

"Just some reporters from the Daily Planet."


In another city…

To say that Clark Kent is depressed must be another understatement of the year. He's lonely, absolutely forlorn and devastated. He kept glancing out of the windows like he's tempted to bolt out of it and he's barely restraining himself from doing so. He kept staring off to space with a too heartbroken expression that all of his co-workers are so tempted to give him some more day- offs; thinking that he was probably homesick after going back there for only a day. They left him alone, giving him the space. But they couldn't since more and more news kept coming up; attempted kidnappings, attempted murders and other attempted unspeakable things that were all thwarted by Superman. And oh, don't forget the newly crowned Little Prince of Gotham- it's the news, the trend, the talk today- the adorable little boy took the media by storm simply by his cuteness. Let us also not forget that he's the biological son of a drop- dead gorgeous billionaire philanthropist. It seems like the little boy is indeed a little prince.

As the Daily Planet workers rushed around hoping to get a scoop about the little prince just like those from *ahem* Gotham Gazette let's take a look about some point of views by certain reporters.


Jimmy Olsen was stupefied.

He stood in his cube, mouth moving like a fish's, eyes wide in confusion as he took in the madness that was going around their office. People are rushing here and fro to answer that phone, pass that article here, write it down there, snap a picture over there, and scrambling everywhere to learn even a tidbit of information about Gotham's Little Prince.

He finally closes his aching jaw and noticed someone who seems unaffected by the disorder happening around him. Kent was staring sadly and dumbly at the computer in front of him, fingers hovering over the keyboard, eyes far too glassy and mind drifting to somewhere far away. Jimmy frowned worriedly at him; the man must be really missing his parents.

If I was him I'll prefer the quiet, peaceful country too over this chaos here.

Jimmy grabbed his camera and re-checked the photos he had taken yesterday. Almost all of the photos; especially the ones where Richard Thomas Wayne is in, were already being published along with other articles. He shook his head, all of this chaos just because of one little adorable boy.

"Jimmy!"

Jimmy looks up at a flustered Cat Grant who came running to a stop in front of his cube. He raised an eyebrow at her dishevelled state- the first time! - but decided not to comment lest she scratched his eyes out.

"What is it Cat? I already sent a copy of everything in here to Perry so he could distribute it to everybody else." Jimmy said, while holding up his camera in one hand as if Cat can't see it.

"It's not about that." Cat scowls at him as she regained her breathing. "Lois and Perry are demanding to see you in the recording room NOW."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure why, but they seem to be in a hurry since Lois got an interview with Bruce Wayne later this afternoon."

"Oh, I wonder what sorcery they are going to brew."

Cat laughed. "I wonder about that too, Lois and Perry seems like they can't take Gotham Gazette hogging all the attention any longer."

Jimmy raised another eyebrow, normally Daily Planet and Gotham Gazette had a good relationship with each other, but it seems like this is an exception. He sighed and went out of his cube. "Come on then."

Jimmy took one last look at Kent and shook his head sympathetically, and wondering what's probably going on inside his head.


Lois Lane and Perry White were doomed.

They have nothing about the Little Prince of Gotham! Nothing!

"Lois," Perry started solemnly, "I believe that you can come up with something wonderful from the interview later. I believe that you can find something that will upend Gotham Gazette and brings us to the top. I believe in your abilities as an amazing and wonderful journalist. I believe in you."

Lois Lane nodded back with equal solemnity. "I also believe that I can come up with something wonderful later. I also believe that I can find something that'll crush our rivals. I also believe that my abilities will save us from this rut. I, most especially, also believe in myself… and I sincerely hope that by saying these things will actually bring us luck."

Perry and Lois sighed at the same time.

Perry massaged his forehead, this is his first day back at work since he just got discharged at the hospital yesterday and this is the kind of stress he's facing immediately. What a nice welcome. Seriously, how come only Gotham Gazette had information about Richard Thomas Wayne? Two of his most enthusiastic reporters were there at the incident yesterday but only Gotham Gazette had every superficial detail about him.

"It will, Perry, it will," Lois suddenly said confidently and grinning triumphantly. "It has to."

Just then, Jimmy and Cat entered the room.

"Jimmy! Perfect timing! Lois is about to go out for her interview with Bruce Wayne." Perry exclaims upon seeing him.

Jimmy cheerily waved at the Editor. "What do you need my awesomeness for?"

Lois grinned at him like the Cheshire cat that Cat blinked in surprise. "Well, we kind of forgot that a football game is scheduled at the stadium today…but the reporters assigned to that were given another assignment just minutes ago and seeing as you and Cat were the only ones available as of the moment…" Lois trailed off and let their brains fill in the blanks.

Cat raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You mean you want us to cover it? The two of us together?"

"Correct!" Lois said, still grinning.

"B- but−"

"Ah- ah! No excuses! No buts!" Lois said, shaking her pointer finger at Cat. "There's no other choice okay? And nobody is actually asking you if you'll accept it or not. Do it."

Jimmy gaped at Lois, his stare saying anything but, "You've set this all up." Lois only winks at him and mouthed the words: You may consider it as a date. She then laughed at his blushing expression. Honestly, these two needs to get together.

"Okay, now that's everything settled, get going guys!" Perry exclaims. "I wish all of you the best of luck! Be careful and may we have wonderful news by the end of the day."

Everyone scrambled out of the office. Jimmy and Cat waved goodbye to Lois and headed directly to the garage for Jimmy's car, both of them got their reporter's instruments with them before they went to the office. Lois took a breath, calming her nerves. "Okay Lois, you can do this girl… Now, I need to find that clumsy farm boy."


Clark Kent was distraught, heavy on the dis.

He was having such a wonderful dream after finally getting to sleep peacefully. As soon as his eyes closed, laughter filled his ears and all he could see were two pairs of beautiful, blue eyes and all he could feel was their soft hair and their smooth, velvety skin.

In his dream, all of them were having the time of their lives.

They were in a hill. Beautiful green trees and bushes surrounded them; butterflies were flitting around the colourful flowers and birds were singing happily from their perches. It was a warm, beautiful day and such a peaceful, heavenly place.

Bruce was standing a little farther from him; stunning navy blue eyes brimming with amusement, a sexy smirk adorning his lips, and Clark all wanted was to crush those lips with his. A bright bundle of joy was cuddled in his muscular arms, giggling cutely and smiling widely, large doll- like, baby blue eyes sparkling with happiness, and cheeks flushed a bright red. Clark smiled fondly at them from his position, not wanting to disturb their moment, but then both of them turns to look at him expectantly.

Dick was looking at him with irresistible puppy dog eyes, silently begging to come over there and Bruce raised a delicate eyebrow, silently asking him what he was waiting for. He smiled to himself and indulged them, walking over to them and wrapping them with his strong, muscular arms, careful not to squeeze them too tight. He kisses Dick's forehead softly before he pressed his face in Bruce's shoulder and inhaled his scent deeply; annoyed, Bruce shrugged him off. He and Dick laughs at him which made Bruce more annoyed, but Bruce still leaned against him. Clark smiled contentedly as he wrapped his arms around them more tightly and resting his chin above the shorter man's head, Bruce growls but otherwise didn't make any move to dislodge him. They took in their majestic surroundings silently for a few moments; the icy mountains caps in the distance and quaint little town down below.

There's nothing else that could ruin this moment…except for that scream that sounded in the distance.

Blue eyes snapping open, Clark jumped out of his bed and into his costume and before someone could even blink, he already flied out of his window. Flying high above Metropolis, he strains his ears to pinpoint where exactly the scream came from. Another scream rang out and he zoomed in that direction; arriving just in time to see burly men in black struggling to put an obviously resisting woman in a car. Superman dove down quickly, making fast work in dispatching the men and stopping those in the car from escaping. It was all over within 3 minutes, the woman whom he had just saved, looks at him gratefully and sobbed in relief. Superman smiled kindly at her before undoing the binds that was forced upon her.

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Super-"

Flash!

The woman flinched back from the sudden onslaught of camera flashes that frankly wasn't there a moment before. Superman went to move in front of her to block her from the cameras.

"Go now, I'll handle this and make sure to stay safe this time." Superman whispered to the woman through a faked smile.

"O-okay…th- thank you.." and the woman went away and disappeared in a brightly lit alley.

Superman went to focus on the entire questions that were getting hurled at him but in reality his mind was already drifting back to the dream, wishing against anything that somehow it was true. It was reality.

He kept thinking of the dream all day long which probably wasn't a good idea since it he can't focus in his work. Thankfully, his co- workers are leaving him alone, he doesn't know why exactly why but it seems like they were giving him space.

"SMALLVILLE!"

Clark jumped out of his thoughts and winced. "Yes, Lois?"

"There you are! Are you ready, yet? We're heading out to Gotham, remember?" Lois asks him, blue eyes narrowed dangerously at him.

"Oh, Gotham…?"

"Yes," Lois put her hand on his desk and leaned menacingly at him, "Gotham." With that said Lois turned on her heels and walked away.

Clark gulped as he stood up slowly, clumsily putting his cloak and looking crestfallen at his desktop before hurrying out of their office to follow Lois. "Umm, may I ask why we're going to Gotham again?"

Lois frowns up at him. "We're going to interview Bruce Wayne, did you forget about that?"

"Oh, him."

Lois looks at him suspiciously. "Yes. By the way, you haven't stayed put enough to answer any of my questions about the incident yesterday Mr. Escape Artist. You better-"

Thinking furiously to cut Lois, Clark blurted out the first thing he could think of− which is actually one of the things he has been dying to know and ask about.

"Is he married?"

Lois blinks, thrown off at the completely random question. "Huh? Who? Bruce Wayne?" When Clark nodded, Lois laughed out loud. "Whoever managed to snagged Bruce Wayne into commitment must be a truly amazing person." Clark frowns down at her so she stopped laughing and answered him seriously. "I know you've been gone for two years but seriously, even before that everybody knows who Bruce Wayne is. He isn't married, he a famous playboy before he disappeared 7 years ago and came back with Richard Thomas Wayne. Nobody knows whose Richard mother is−"

Lois blinks in surprise as Clark now stood before an open door of an elevator waiting impatiently at her.

"Come on Lois, you're so slow." He said.

Lois gaped at him. What's gotten into him? One moment he's reluctantly following me behind and now he's in front of me like an excited kid going to their favorite place. Lois shook her head and smiled at him. "Calm down Smallville, here I am."


A/N: Umm… Merry Christmas? xD Merry Christmas indeed guys! As a present, here's a chapter for you!

Okay that was so corny, feel free to throw coals at me ._.

Anyhow, Christmas vacation is here so see ya around guys~! Enjoy the holidays! Gimme food and reviews! xD

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Guest: *clears throat to have a solemn voice* My dear guest, all of your questions will be answered in the future. May you hold on to this story until I finally got my lazy author's butt to move ;)