Hellooooooo my dear readers! I'm so sorry this has taken so incredibly long, but really, I have been really busy… Easter is about the busiest holiday ever for me, because of all the church services and all the childcaring for said church services… it's just been cray cray, but anyway, I just want to respond to a couple reviews! Yes, I'm gonna try to do this more often, though don't get offended if it doesn't happen every chapter… Some of these are harder to respond to, so if yours doesn't show up on here, please don't be hurt!

Celestialstarynight – Don't question DaddyBats…. There is no other way of life haha it's just Dick's imagination, because Bruce would never be mean to him… never ever ever ever ever in my world! =D

CHiKa-RoXy – Haha I really don't mind the name, it just sounds weird calling someone that to their face, and it also seemed like something Kevin would say to him

Also, you are totally correct about DaddyBats! But I feel like someone in Dick's position would be worried about stuff like this, and not really be in his right mind….

Rogue42197 – But of course! He always has to be the one to break the ice!

So Everything Until the Break – Well, we'll just see how it happens! I am planning something though, don't worry!

JapanRules555 – Thanks for the fave! Also, I used to do longer chapters, but I know personally, I don't enjoy longer chapters, and the longer the chapters, the less chapters there end up being… I just find it much easier to do them shorter, also, because I'm such a busy person, trying to write 6,000 word chapters like I used to is just really hard.

Chapter 4

How the Lost get Found

Nyack, NY

5:45 PM

1 Week Ago

"When did he tell you?" Batman nearly yelled at the teen, advancing on the boy.

"He didn't! It was a slip of the tongue! Just a stupid nickname we have!"

"A nickname like that?" Bruce snapped, to which Wally didn't respond. "How long ago?"

Wally stared Batman in the eye, resisting the urge to spill out everything his friend had told him. It didn't last him long when the Batglare came along, and suddenly words were flying from his mouth before he even know it. "It was a while back when we first started the Team!"

Batman didn't say anything, but Wally could nearly see the gears turning in his head. "Bats, before you do anything… rash, you need to know."

"Know what?" Bruce snapped, turning on the boy, anger flowing off of him in waves.

"He needed someone to talk to… someone his own age."

"You're not his age! You're inexperienced in these things!"

"Oh and you are?" Wally snapped back. "Talking to you was never enough for him! He felt weak if he admitted anything to you! He couldn't be afraid when Batman was around, couldn't be a kid who lost his parents!"

"He brought their murderer to justice, that should be enough!"

"It's not, Bruce! Yeah, he got justice, but what about comfort? He's 13 years old, his parents were murdered what, 4, 5 years ago? He still has nightmares, for crying out loud! We all hear him screaming in the middle of the night, Superboy hears his crying afterwards!"

Bruce was completely silent, his eyes wide behind the cowl. "He… he never told me."

"He never thought he could," Wally said, realizing that the older man really had no idea that these things were going on.

"He should have known!" Bruce nearly yelled, but then calmed down to a near whisper. "I… I should have told him."

"Tell him when we find him," Wally said, hesitantly placing a hand on the man's back.

"Let's go then. We'll find some new clothes and start asking around."

Harlem, NY

3:49 PM

12 Days Later

Bruce and Wally made their way through the crowded streets. They had found odd little ways to make money since arriving in the new world, and had gotten train tickets to the cheapest place they could; Harlem!

The pair had heard stories of the dangers in the city, so they made their runs quickly, asking people on the streets if they had seen a pale Romanian boy with black hair blue eyes, and possibly dressed in black and red spandex. The most they got from the people were some strange looks and a few remarks about how the child had to be in an asylum.

"So where to next?" Wally asked as the sun was starting to set.

"There are still subways running right now," Bruce said, nodding toward the staircase leading beneath the city. He went over to the map at the top of the staircase and took a schedule, "There's one going to Manhattan in a few minutes; we can sneak onto it and be there sooner."

"Sounds good," Wally said, following the man down the stairs. They snuck onto the back of the subway as it was pulling out, entering through the door in the back of the train.

Manhattan, NY

6:25 PM

To say that they weren't expecting to find anything good in Manhattan would be true. To say they found a clue would be an understatement; they found exactly what they wanted as soon as they got off of the subway.

The earth above them was shaking violently, so they ran up the stairs, Wally eventually out of Bruce's sight as he ran up, skidding to a stop at the top of the stairs at what he saw; A giant monster, slowly walking through the streets, with a boy around his age fighting it with massive mechanical arms.

The monster whapped the boy to the side, sending him crashing into a tall building. Wally did what he thought best and put on his goggles—which he kept out when they stored their costumes—and ran in front of the creature, waving his arms like a maniac and screaming "Hey ugly! Down here!"

The monster immediately turned it's attention to the speedster, slowly moving it's massive head and reaching down to pick up the young hero. Bruce reached the top of the stairs and pulled out some weapons he had stored in his pocket, a grappling hook, some Batarangs, and a few smoke bombs. He grappled above the monster and sent the smoke bombs down first, flying over as they exploded, then following up with several Batarangs.

He landed on a lower roof and saw a man in a green suit running at the monster, jumping unnaturally high and landing on it's back. He then ran up onto it's head and jabbed a katana into it's head, causing it to roar in pain and begin falling to the ground.

The boy's mechanical arms were now gone, replaced by ordinary human hands, as he approached the creature. He placed a hand on it and seemed to be concentrating extremely hard on something as the monster began shrinking down, finally turning into a human.

Bruce landed on the ground next to Wally, and leaned to the boy as the younger made a gesture, "Um, what just happened?"

Bruce shook his head, "No idea."

The man in the suit turned to them and walked over, "Thanks for the help," he said.

Bruce held out his hand to the man, showing off his billionaire smile, "Glad to help out. I'm Bruce Wayne."

The man raised an eyebrow, "Bruce Wayne?" He seemed to contemplate the name for a few seconds. "I'm Six, and that," he said, pointing to the boy behind him who looked like he was about to explode with joy, "Is Rex."

"I'm Wally," the speedster said, stepping forward. "But you can just call me Kid—"

"We'll be on our way," Bruce said, shoving a hand over Wally's mouth and leading the boy away, never letting his smile drop until they were a couple of yards away from the pair.

"What was that for?" Wally asked as soon as Bruce's hand was removed from his face.

"There's something off about them," Bruce said.

"So the kid has powers, you hate everyone with powers!"

"I think they know something about Dick," Bruce said, nodding to the pair who were also whispering to each other, Rex getting very jumpy and excited.

"Why don't we ask them then?" Wally asked.

"No. We follow them and see where they go."

"Or," Wally said, walking away from the older man. "We act like civilized people and just ask."

He ran before Bruce could hold him back, "Have you guys seen a kid, black hair, blue eyes, walking around in spandex?"

"Told you so! It's them, Six, it's Batman and Kid Flash!" Rex was jumping up and down like a maniac now.

"He's safe with us," Six said, eyeing Bruce as he ran to them. "We found him a few weeks ago in an alley."

Bruce let out a sigh of relief, "So he's alive then."

"We'll take you to him. My partner, Dr. Holiday, can explain more when we get there."

"Then let's get going!" Wally urged, hopping from foot to foot.

Dick's POV

7:03 PM

I sat on my bed silently reading my book. It was all I had to keep me company at the moment, as Ben and Kevin were out somewhere and Holiday was in a meeting with White. Rex had given me a pile of the Batman comics he had borrowed from Noah, so I was making my way through them, looking back on all of the adventures I had with Bruce.

I was placing the book back in it's plastic case when the door flew open and Rex came running in, "You'll never believe who we found!"

Before I knew what was happening, a blur was shoving him out of the way and about 150 pounds—give or take a few—was landing on top of me. I never expected in a million years to see my best friend here, but all I could do in the moment was hug him back.

"Don't you ever do that again!" He yelled at me, gently punching me in the arm.

"I won't," I promised.

He looked me over for a second before coming to a conclusion; "You look like crap."

I laughed, "And you don't?"

"Hey, the Wallmeister always looks good," his smile dropped when he looked to the doorway. I followed his gaze and saw Bruce standing there with Holiday, having a hushed conversation.

"He came…" I whispered, more to myself than Wally.

"Of course he did. Why don't you go see him?"

I felt my heart break in half. No one had told him yet. Rex had failed to mention to my best friend that I could no longer walk. I couldn't do flips, handstands, somersaults, anything. I was a bird with amputated wings.

Bruce came into the room with his hands in his pockets, "Wally, can we have a minute?"

Wally nodded, noticing Bruce's expression and realizing that nothing was really ok.

As soon as the door was closed behind my best friend, Bruce wrapped his arms around me, and I actually found myself giving up the battle with my tears and began crying into his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his neck and trying to pull myself as close to him as possible.

Before I knew it, he was lifting me into his arms, onto his lap, rubbing circles on my back. "It's going to be ok," he soothed silently into my hair. "I'm here now, my little Robin…"

To be continued…