Here we are with another chapter. Dick will be making a departure. Also, I appreciate the feedback from the reviews, I know I may not have handled the situation entirely like it would technically handled, but I did want to give more of a reason as to why he was going with them (as compared to the issue).

Two suitcases laid out in the room, half of Dick's belongings having made their way into them. No one had taken the judge's ruling well. Alfred was reasonable heartbroken, unable to be in the same room as Dick without feeling a sense of sorrow. All the while, Bruce tried to hold it together. He suppressed any form of emotion, not wanting to disturb either Alfred or Dick.

However, the hardest hit was Dick. He was so shook up by the decision that he could barely sleep. The anxiety stopped him from falling asleep, and when he did, he was plagued by nightmares. Not even the warm embrace of Bruce's room helped.

"You don't mind if I take this with me?" Dick gloomily requested, holding his Robin uniform. "For old time sake."

"Of course not." Bruce replied. "It is yours."

Dick buried it at the bottom of one of the suitcases. His focus would remain quiet and troubled as he continues to pack his bags. As much as he hated the situation, Bruce knew he had to at least try and cheer Dick up a little.

"Do you remember when we took down Penguin a few weeks ago?" Bruce recalled, in an attempt to lighten the mood. "We ended up confiscated his umbrella gun."

"Yeah." Dick fondly remembered. "He ended up slipping on the water from the aquarium tanks that his men broke. That was so funny."

The image of Cobblepot skidding across the floor of his casino was something that Dick wasn't going to leave him for a while. He wreaked of fish and cigars, throwing whatever threat and obscenity he could think of, as he was taken into custody. A smirk and a small chuckle escaped Dick in honor of the memory. He wouldn't be contained for long, and he would eventually craft another umbrella gun, but in that moment neither of them cared.

The smile disappeared instantly, disturbing Bruce. Several moments would go by before Dick responded. Turning in Bruce's direction, he latched onto his recently disowned guardian. Bruce wrapped his arms around Dick in return. Bruce could feel tears drenching his shirt.

"I don't want to go." Dick miserably noted. "It's not fair."

"I know Dickie." Bruce agreed, trying to comfort him. "I know. I don't want you to go either, but you have to stay strong."

Dick refused to let go, crying. He refused to let go, even with his body continuing to shake in distress. Bruce didn't say anything as he continued to hold the child.

"I apologize for the intrusion Master Bruce," Alfred interrupted, standing in the doorframe, "but they're here."

Bruce had walked Dick out of the house. Dick had managed to stop crying and there was no signs of puffing around his eyes. Alfred said his goodbyes before they stepped out of the house. He could not bring himself outside to do so, knowing he would have a hard time handling the departure. George and Clara were waiting for him, looking as pleasant as they thought needed.

Dick took a few steps forward before turning his attention back to Bruce. Bruce gave him a nod, attempting to reassure him. Dick continued on his trek, not wanting to regret looking back any longer.

"Goodbye." Dick departed, trying to hold back his tears.

Opening the back door, George allowed Dick to get into the car. Dick refused to look out the window, too ashamed to visually acknowledge Bruce one more time. George and Clara would bid their farewells to Bruce, a small apology for how the situation had to be dealt with floating into the air, before getting into the car themselves. The car would rumble before slowly making its way off of the manor grounds.

"Goodbye kiddo." Bruce quietly replied, watching the car leave.

Alfred would approach Bruce, concerned for the man. Bruce didn't utter a word, keeping his eyes fixated on the fading car.

"I'm going to miss him." Bruce admitted once the car was out of sight.

"We both will." Alfred agreed.

Bruce made his way back into the manor with Alfred go behind. He occupied the study, pulling out a paper from behind the picture above the fireplace. Bruce would study its contents with regret. If only I had done this sooner. Bruce regretted.

"It's not your fault sir." Alfred tried to alleviate.

"It's bad enough that my 'active bachelor' lifestyle has been called into question." Bruce bitterly admitted. "But if I had just dealt with this matter the moment Zucco got apprehended, I wouldn't have lost the only person that I've came to love."

"I'm sorry about Dick." Clark apologized.

The League had grown concerned over Batman's week long absence. None of them had even heard from him in that time. They were all concerned, especially with the news of Robin's absence.

In response, Clark decided to drop by Wayne Manor. Being his closest ally, and having kept an ear open for him since, he felt like he was the best option. Alfred had willingly allowed him into the house and showed him to the clock shaped entrance to the Batcave.

Bruce clad in his cape and cowl hadn't said much, keeping his sights on the computer. He was aware of the Kryptonian's presence, but he wasn't in a particularly social mood.

"How are you holding up?"

Bruce remained silent.

"We're worried about you, and the kids, Kid Flash especially, want to know what happened to Robin."

"I was waiting for his birthday." Bruce finally admitted.

Clark looked at him, puzzled.

"What are you talking about?"

Bruce pulled out the paper from the other day and handed it to Clark. Clark would take it from him and read it over.

"I wanted to wait until his birthday." Bruce repeated. "After three years, I thought that it would be the perfect gift. That is if he was willing to have it. I wanted to give him time to make a proper decision, and now because of my procrastination, I've lost him."

A hand would land on Bruce's shoulder, as Clark set the paper on the keyboard.

"That isn't your fault." Clark tried to comfort. "It may not mean much coming from me, but I think you were going about it correctly. I agree that time was needed for him to get a feel for the new environment, and that you needed that time to adjust. However, it's not your fault that they decided to randomly show up and take him."

Bruce didn't reply. Clark's words were appreciated, but the blame wanted to stay. Not wanting to take up any more time, Clark decided to make an exit.

"Please come back." Clark requested. "We need you and we're just worried. Barry, Oliver, and Arthur will be bringing the kids tomorrow and they deserve to know."

Leaving it at that, Clark vanished from the cave.

Yes, I used Barry, Oliver, and Arthur's real names in this. I figure that's kind of common knowledge amount the members of the Justice League (even though Bruce makes sure no one know about his or Dick identities in Young Justice, with the exception of Wally). It's also worth mentioning that this fic probably won't be as long as my other ones. Not because I plan on rushing it or anything, but since this is a modernizing of an older issue, there's not a whole lot that I'll add outside of the slight changes. I only plan on spending a chapter or two focusing on Wally's response to the situation, but other than that I feel like I only need a few chapters to handle the story.