Robin's P.O.V.
It was around 5ish when we left the mountain, which is too early to go on patrol (not like Bruce would let me go without him, but still) so we teleported over to the cave. I was surprised to meet Alfred who was waiting for us when we got there. How did he even know we would be back early anyways?
"Hello Master Dick. I take it that is Master Bruce?" He commented, reaching out to take Bruce in his arms, which I reluctantly comply to. I mentally remind myself to ask Alfred how he knew that Bruce was de-aged later. Bruce squirmed and seemed generally uncomfortable for a few moments before getting used to it, still looking at me with semi pleading eyes. It's funny, I figured that he would be more comfortable with Alfie than he would be with me yet he still seems to prefer me to him. Alfred had actually taken care of Bruce when he was little, which I had gotten to see bits and pieces of.
One summer I had decided to help Alfred with cleaning out the attic (being Robin and the last Flying Grayson, you'd think I would have more to do, but I didn't, so go figure.) Anyway, I found a couple of photo albums that Alfred had made by himself and I got a chance to look through them. I actually got to see Bruce with his parents, which to be honest was a bit sad, but I perked back up when I got to see him so happy and carefree. He had seen me looking through them and took them one day, probably hoping I hadn't seen anything too embarrassing, which I had, although I never told him that. I hadn't gotten any copies or anything either! On the bright side though, I have almost photographic memory, so I remember all of the pictures in them.
I was forced out of my memory when Alfred carefully shoved Bruce back into my arms.
"Master Dick, I have set up a room for Master Bruce while he is stuck in this state. If you would follow me, I can show you where it is."
"Alright,"
I followed him silently upstairs and into one of the many corridors of the Wayne manor. On the way there Bruce put his head on my shoulder and closed his eyes, falling asleep before we even reached our destination
"Here we are," Alfred said as he opened the door he had paused in front of. I took a few steps in and he followed. "Most of these items are from when Master Bruce was actually this age. It brings back a lot of memories." He gave a small smile towards the mini batman and for some reason, at that moment, I couldn't help but to smile too.
By the time Bruce had woken up from his cat-nap three hours later, he was wailing and ready to eat. Fortunately for Bruce, Alfred was here and already cooking, so he didn't have to suffer through store bought baby food or Gotham's finest culinary disaster, aka. my cooking. I had set up a high chair and everything while he was sleeping, so all that was left to do while he was awake was to carry him downstairs to the kitchen. Simple right? WRONG! You couldn't possibly be more wrong! Do you know how hard it is to move a screaming, fidgeting, fighting baby down an extra long corridor and a flight of stairs?! No, I'm guessing you don't know and you aren't missing out on any sort of fun if you haven't done it. It would have been easier to beat Connor in a fist fight!
Miraculously, I got down stairs and into the kitchen. Apparently, all of my struggling to bring him down stairs was pointless because Alfred had made him a bottle, which could have just been fed to him upstairs. I couldn't help but groan as we turned around and back up those forsaken stairs. Looking back on it, we could have totally fed him down in the kitchen, but nope, we had to feed him upstairs. Alfred turned and smirked at me, actually SMIRKED, and asked in an almost teasing voice; "Would you like me to carry him, Master Dick?" I had no choice but to give my dad to him and in turn a warm milk bottle was placed in my hand. In an instant, I noticed the difference of how he held Bruce in comparison to how I did. The loud wailing became soft whimpers and the incredibly tiny baby in his arms stops squirming and kicking. I couldn't help watching the older man in awe.
"You have to teach me how to do that," I breathed. He glanced at Bruce with a smile painted on his face.
"When Master Bruce was an infant, his mother, father, and myself on occasions when they were not available, used to hold him like this when he would get fussy. It worked remarkably well for calming him down. I shall teach you how to do it once he finishes eating." We made the turn around the corner.
"That's kinda depressing, but it's cool that you know that. They sound like amazing people." I looked at my little mentor. He was still sniffling quietly, but his eyes were closed and he seemed to lean into Alfred's chest, searching for that familiar heartbeat. I knew he must miss his parents a lot, even if it has been years since their deaths, because I still miss mine.
We entered the room and Alfred told me to sit in the rocking chair he had placed in the corner. It was insanely cozy and comfortable. I wonder how Bruce is going to react when he comes back to normal and sees a room like this. Heh, should be interesting.
"Alright Master Dick, I'm going to show you how to feed an infant a bottle," He placed the baby in my arms and I could feel the warmth transfer to my body. "First things first, hold him so that his head rests on one of your upper arms and the rest of his body is balanced there. You can use a pillow instead for that part if it makes it easier for you." Simple enough. I had that done in about thirty seconds. He placed the bottle in my hands, but I knew what to do next. I delicately placed the bottle in his mouth, keeping it at an angle so that he can drink it easily. Suddenly I felt a flash of light in my face and I glanced upwards to see Alfred standing over a camera. "I'm keeping that one. I'm going to make us dinner, Master Dick. If you need me you know where I am." I watched him as he went to leave the room.
"Hey Alfie,"
"Yes Master Dick?"
"Think you can get me a copy of that picture?"
He gave me a wistful smile "I'll see what I can do,"
"Thanks Alfred" And with that he left the room to make something totally amazing for dinner, leaving me to my own devices.
To Be Continued...
(A/N) Okay, I swear I didn't mean to do another Robin chapter so soon. I have plans for a chapter that is with a character that I haven't used yet, but I have to get the other characters out of the way before I do that. Robin just happens to be the one I decided to do first. I can't help it! He's my favorite. I'm starting my writing schedule I too (at least every 3 weeks), but I've gotten sidetracked by another fanfiction I've been working on with a good friend of mine Karisdaae24601 for Big Hero 6 (it's on her fanfiction acount and it's called big brother, help! if you want to read it) and that is being uploaded everyday currently, so it's been a little bit stressful, but I'm having fun with it. The next mandatory update day for me is July 17th, but it could be anywhere between there and now. R&R! Bye Bye :3
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P.P.S. I totally failed at giving Alfred a bunch of English lingo...