Bruce was not happy he listened to the teenager, he even secretly recorded the conversation but nothing makes sense. No amount of deciphering or no deciphering is helping him get the cure he needs to get Dick back to normal.

"Master Bruce what do we owe for the great honour of your presence?" Alfred asked walking down the staircase that led to the Batcave

"Morning Alfred how's the kid?" Bruce asked he felt Alfred's wince after he mentioned the impersonal naming of Dick

"Master Grayson is improving which means its only time before deteriorates once more." Alfred replied as he placed the meal tray on the table next to him.

"How much time do you think we err Dick has?" Bruce asked not really wanting to know the answer

"A day two at the most." Alfred replied standing back reading the page that Bruce had up on the screen.

"Taking up German I see?" Alfred asked readingover Bruce's shoulder

"Just trying to decipher the conversation I had with Danny-wanna-be" he spoke to Alfred describing the enlightening conversation to Alfred who had his 'nothing can faze me' look but Bruce new it was the look of a man who was trying his hardest not to laugh.

"Perhaps you should bury your pride and enlist the help of—"

"No! I will find a way to treat Dicks condition, I don't need her help." Bruce replied sternly

"Was only suggesting you ask Batgirl, I'm certain she would be delighted to help you solve this case." Alfred mentioned as he walked out of the cave to check on Dick.

"Sure you were." Bruce muttered under his breath and went back to his task at hand.

Dick was having fun, he managed to get out of Bruce's err Batman's control and was now flying away from Gothem heading to a city that needed his help. Sure he was only seventeen but he would be leaving to go to college soon anyway. Running over his old principals roof he leapt to go to the next roof he was his own man, he can make his own choices in life To be or not to be under Bruce's thumb…NOT to be Dick thought he jumped down and reached a fork in the road. Left or right? To the left he saw the dark murky, over grown path, and foggy road that lead to Gothem and his controlled life of Bruce to the right he saw that the path was bright and sunny, plenty of trees, flowers, bees and birds singing, grinning wildly Dick turned right never looking back.

Alfred was petrified, which is an emotion he doesn't use often but this was an exceptional circumstance here he could tell very easily that Dick was giving up the fight to return to them. Here Dick really was making the choice of leaving. Alfred had no idea on what he could do to make Dick stay, could Dick hear his pleads to stay? Would he listen to his pleads or does he need to hear them from Bruce? Grabbing a wet cloth Alfred wiped Dick's brow hoping he will stay with them long enough for Bruce to talk to him.

Dick looked up to the sky to see that the only clouds were the white clouds that never bought rain, so where on Earth did the wet patch on his face come from? After a few microseconds worth of thought Dick wiped his face trying to get the bird droppings off after all that could only be the most logical explanation…couldn't it? Looking down at his hands he couldn't see anything on them but his forehead felt damp his hair felt damp but there was nothing there!

"What's going on?" Dick said out loud

"Your running a temperature Master Grayson." Alfred's voice replied it sounded above him not next to him or in his head.

"Man, I have seriously lost it." Dick said to himself sitting on the nearest boulder

"Lost what master Grayson?" Alfred asked Dick was trying to work out what was happening when he saw someone walk up to him that he never thought he would have to see so far out of Gothem, then his world went black.

A/N

Sorry to leave it there but I thought this was better than no update, thanks to all who updated and to those who have emailed me over and over again to make me update.

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