Part 2 (chapter 5 part 2)
I can't say I really know how to explain it. This was an urge that has been established in me since I was born I guess, but I can control it normally. So why can't I now? Maybe it's the way he looks or the fact that he can't stop me in this state. Maybe it's because I'll never get this chance again or because the chair is sooo comfy. Maybe it's because, like I said, I'm following a pattern of obsessive behavior instilled in me at an early age. But whatever it is, I'm not ashamed of this so called 'flaw' of mine. In fact, I'd say it's part of my charm.
Okay, okay, so you're probably wondering what I'm talking about right now. So, Bruce fell asleep after I fed him his bottle, right? Well, I was supposed to put him back into his crib and let him sleep while I got something to eat. Truth is it's been a half an hour since then and I'm still holding him. He's just so warm and soft and tired. It's adorable. I almost fall asleep ( the stupid chair must have traces of sleeping gas on it), until I remember I should probably go and eat before my food gets cold. I place Bruce in the crib, before making my way downstairs.
Timeskip downstairs cause I'm lazy!
Alfred had already made a place at the table for me when I got downstairs, with a bowl of some sort of soup that I had seen him make a couple of times, but I can never remember the name of.
"There is some information you should know for taking care of Master Bruce in this condition." He pulled up the chair across from me and sat down.
"Okay. Shoot." I said, before taking a bite of my soup.
"When Master Bruce was small, he was rather, how should I put it… different from his standard demeanor. He was quite like I imagine you were Master Dick. Very clingy and affectionate, but also well reserved. He used to have tantrums from time to time." Here I had to resist the urge to laugh "He's overall a very sweet child."
My mood darkened when I remembered a hitch to that idea. "What if he still remembers his parents' deaths? He seemed to darken when you mentioned it and he hasn't asked for them since they were deaged, which by my standards is a bit strange."
"You've dealt with this before Master Dick?"
"No, no, it's just that I've been watching them and they know who we are. Before I left, Uncle Barry called Wally 'Wally' and all of the league recognized us and Mount Justice when we got there. I guess they just don't have all of their memories? I don't know for sure, but I have a pretty good feeling." He seemed to contemplate this as I finished up my soup. I've always been a rather fast eater.
"Perhaps you should do some testing on them."
"I don't know... What if I hurt them on accident? I'm not as good with this sort of thing as Bruce is. They're like a surrogate family to me, ya' know? The last thing I want to do is hurt them."
"Master Bruce would want to stay like this for the shortest amount of time possible, and for that to be done, it would be beneficial to everyone if you got this situation figured out as soon as possible."
"You know what? You're right Alfred. I'll do some testing tomorrow at the cave. Do you think that Jason Blood would have any information on this?" I asked allowing myself show a painfully obvious glimmer of hope.
"Perhaps. You should call him tomorrow and make certain though."
"Okay. I think I will. Thanks for dinner and the advice Alfred." I smiled at him and ran upstairs to my bedroom. After all, despite all that I do, I still have homework to finish.
Timeskip cause I'm sure you all find homework incredibly boring!
Why must History be so frustrating? It's not that the subject in itself is hard, but the homework is ridiculous! Who wants to read 60 pages in a textbook? Not me.
I flopped on my bed with a dramatic groan, gigantic, overweight textbook that's sure to give me back problems and all. I heard soft wailing all of a sudden. I got up, leaving my book (those pages could be made of metal with how heavy that thing is...) and stepped out into the hallway. The noise only got louder. "Intervention!" I near shouted with glee. "Take that you oversized door block!"
I took off sprinting down the hallway, a bad habit I've never quite been able to break, and did a couple hand springs and back flips in celebration. So what if I'll still have to finish the homework? At least I don't have to do it right now!*
I found Bruce kicking and squirming in his crib, crying loudly. "Hey Brucie... Are you okay buddy? Yeah?" Bruce stared up at me with, wide terrified eyes as he burrowed himself into my chest. I paused for a moment. And then I did something that I don't do often. I acted on an impulse and I kissed the top of his head. It helped, but it still didn't quite do the trick. I attempted to rock him back and forth, trying to find a rhythm. It wasn't working.
"What do I do?" I mouthed to Alfred, who had walked in sometime after I did. He simply moved over to maneuver my arms into the position he had performed earlier to get him to stop crying. Slowly, but surely, Bruce calmed down, the loud crying reduced to soft whimpers and hiccups. "That's much better, Mic Liliac.*" I smirked as he grabbed at my pinky in his now tiny hand. It's so bizarre to think that his hand could have swamped mine yesterday, yet today it can barely wrap around my one of my fingers. It could almost be funny, if it wasn't so creepy. It was undeniably cute however, something he'll probably be mortified about forever if he remembers. The so-called 'Big Bad Bat' just doesn't do cute, no matter the circumstance. Grinning, I handed Bruce over to Alfred and headed towards my homework.
*= Am I the only one who can't sit down and do homework in one sitting? I don't have ADHD or anything, but homework is just too much for my brain to deal with in long increments
*= If my research is correct (and by research, I mean google translate. Is there anything google can't do?) , "Mic Liliac" means "Little Bat" in Romanian. I think in the comics Dick calls Damian "Mini Bat", so I figured that the nickname would be appropriate.
Guys I'm sorry, but I couldn't leave it hanging like that. I promise that next chapter we will move into the next deaged superhero with their sidekick partner. I have plans, impressive plans (I might be exaggerating… guys, I know who I'm gonna do, I just need to do some research before I can execute it well. Oh the joy!) I'm sorry if these aren't all that funny, later on I'll make them more humor oriented, but for now I just want them to be fluffy bonding between the kids and their mentors (and their mentors' co-workers) But, yeah, I hope you enjoyed this. Oh, and remember, if you have ideas I'm always open to hearing what you got, even if I don't end up writing them.
In response to the reviews:
NoLionsInTokyo: You're welcome! I feel like Alfred is probably one of the hardest characters I've had to write in a long time. *Sweatdrops* Thanks for making me feel better about it though! I just hope you'll keep enjoying them!
Smile-I'mTheEndOfAllThatYouSee: First off, I like your username. *SPOILER ALERT* I plan on writing about his reaction to the picture at the end. I just hope I can make it really funny! And just OMG no he wouldn't! He would move up in ranking! Lol, I still don't think they would call him Kid Flash though. Very interesting… I HAVE PROMPT FOR FUTURE CHAPTER! Yes! Thank you :D
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P.S. Guys, can you spot the paraphrased Nightwing references? Hehehehe…
P.P.S. So, so, so sorry this chapter was late *sweatdrop* I had stuff going on and I didn't what to write for this chapter and I was finishing another story with my friend plus one by myself and needed to do some stuff for this chapter and I just… ugh… I'm sorry you guys. Forgive me please?
P.P.P.S. You have no clue how irritating it is to have to type "Master" In front of every single name I write…
P.P.P.P.S. Not my best chapter, but what can you do?
EDIT: If you have a specific character you want to be in the next chapter, please vote at the poll on my profile. The closing day for next chapter is November 20, 2015, because I want to get another chapter out over Thanksgiving Vacation. Thanks guys!