HEY Y'ALL! Thought I'd write another fic for my readers, so don't get all fussy that I ahvent wrote in a looooooooonng ass time, okay. I know. Anyhoo this chapter is a 1000+ words so I hope you guys are proud of me….and if youre not well Im sorry I have failed you(LOL) If you liked this chapter

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Bruce gently tucked Dick into his satin bed, making sure Dick was covered with the thick blankets. Dick rolled over snuggly deeper into the blankets, letting out a content sigh. Bruce smiled warmly at the little ebony haired boy. He sighed happily as he tousled the little boy's hair and stooped down to give a small peck on his little pale cheek. Bruce got off the bed he was currently sitting on and made his silent exit out the door.

Gently he shut the door and made his way back into the kitchen. Alfred stood there his arms crossed as he glared at Bruce. Bruce opened his mouth to speak but Alfred was already speaking.. Angrily.

"Master Bruce do you really expect us to- to raise this child, when we already have so much on our plates! This child deserves something much—"

"Alfred!" Alfred quickly closed his mouth. He looked at Bruce who stood with his arms to his side. He looked almost begging at Alfred. His eyes looked so sad and tired, and much, much older then what he was.

"Alfred, I'm sorry I didn't discuss this idea of bringing a child into this house, but you don't understand that boy is Mary and John's son, their only child. He has no one to look after him anymore, his parents are gone."

Alfred's mouth dropped. He knew Mary and John very well.

He used to watch them when they came over to play with Mater Bruce when he was just a child. They were such a happy couple always bringing smiles and laughter wherever they traveled. Alfred couldn't comprehend what he was hearing.

Bruce studied his face. Alfred had his eyes wide open as he looked at Bruce in disbelief.

Alfred tried to form sentences "When did- they were- what- tell me everything that happened from start to finish and don't you dare leave anything out."

Bruce sat Alfred down on the dining room table. He quickly told Alfred about everything. The circus, the fall, Gordon, his decision to keep Dick, and more importantly how Dick was coping with it.

"He has been actually taking this very, very well and- I don't mean to brag- but I feel like a major part of that is.. Because of me" Bruce looked at Alfred and chuckled softly.

"You probably think I'm just being egotistical." Alfred leaned back and sighed.

"Master Bruce… this is A LOT to take in, even for you, Are you sure we can do this?" Alfred looked at his questioningly.

Bruce looked up determination in his eyes as he smiled widely. His eyes sparkled as he hugged Alfred over the table.

"Alfred I'm positive we can"

Alfred sighed as he leaned back in his chair, there would be certain things he would need to do before morning rose.

Dick smiled and his snuggled deeper into the sheets. They smelled just like Bruce. Everything of Bruce. The sweet, sour, musky, deep, uh amazing smell. Dick almost wanted to bite into the sheets, just to get a taste. He really just wanted to stay in bed and smell Bruce but he realized that would be really, really hard with a full bladder. He wobbled out of the bed and quickly looked around to find a door.

"Err where is the door?"Dick thought as he tried not to wet himself. He found another door, and smiled as a porcelain sink made its way into his view. "Finally" he sighed in relief as he made his way into the bathroom. Quietly shutting the door.

Bruce smiled at the finished room. It was fabulous fit for a king, The bed was king sized and looked as if it were inside a circus tent. Small toy clowns filled the room as well as a little popcorn machine in the corner of his room. The rooms walls were covered with an audience that looked in awed at the center of the room . And in the center of the room were trapeze bars and a small trampoline. The floor was a special type of soft ground the same exact kind you would find in a gymnastic room.

Alfred had really know exactly would look right in the room, hopefully though Dick would like it.

"So, Master Bruce what do you think?' Alfred asked smiling with pride at his work. Bruce smiled at his loyal friend, he threw an arm around Alfred

"Why Alfred..I ABSOULTLY love it!" Bruce smiled as Alfred chuckled lightly at the comment. Alfred smiled at the awe in Bruce's eyes.

"Well Master Bruce why don't you get the Young Mater up and I will have breakfast waiting for you downstairs okay." Alfred walked toward the door and opened the door as Bruce stepped out and walked toward his bedroom.

Bruce was just about to open his door when he hear small noises come through the door.

Small whiny, panty, out of breath noises. Bruce froze.

"Dick is everything okay in there?" he called out slowly opening the bedroom door. Nothing answered back.

Bruce scanned the room for his little boy and was surprised to see the bathroom light on. He made his way next to the bathroom and pressed his ear to the door, quietly he listened. And he was surprised to hear his heartbeat quickly pounds in his ears.

The noises became a little louder and instead of whining he heard a deep long grunt that ended all of the other noises. Quickly regarding any other thought Bruce opened the bathroom door only to see

Dicks little (covered mind you) butt. He was happily washing his hands with his little feet barely even reaching a sixth of the counter. His little legs weren't even long enough to properly lean over the marble counter. Dick turned around and was surprised to see Bruce standing in the door way. Quickly he turned off the water and wiggled quickly his way down the very high sink counter. Which Bruce thought was very cute. Dick plopped down onto the floor, he cart wheeled his way to Bruce, who looked at Dick questioningly.

"Dick,"

"Yes, Bruce"

"Was that you making those noises in the bathroom?"

"Yup that was me."

"Can I ask why?"

"It was really hard wash my hands, on the sink because I kept slipping of and then when I did reach the sink I had to hang on really tight and I made this noise" He grunted loudly, his face scrunched up in concentration.

Bruce busted out laughing, and slowly Duck followed too. Bruce lifted his giggling boy on his shoulders and carried him down the stairs where Alfred and Breakfast awaited them.

So if you guys like my story send me a little review and i will have a reason to write this story:DAnyway ill try to write more quickly its just life has been very very uncoorpertive.