Moon light drifted through the cracks in the drapes and gently landed on the old bassinet that Alfred had dug out of one of the spare rooms and cleaned thoroughly. A small Superman night light from Dick's earlier days in the manor helped to chase the shadows away. The only things in the room were the occupied bassinet and the figure watching over it. Dick didn't know what had possessed him to come in here. Jackson had only been put to bed an hour ago but he found himself unwilling to leave. As he gazed down at the new born, an emotion washed over him that he had never felt before and it was frightening.

The door opened behind him and light from the hall way spilled into the room. Dick knew who it was the moment he stepped foot through the door way. He said nothing as he came to a stop beside him and gazed down at the infant. Silence filled the space between them as Bruce waited for Dick to start.

"You know," Dick whispered. "I had thought about this once, when I was seven. A member of our troupe had just had a baby, a little girl. She cried all day and all night and I wonder why anyone would have wanted something that was so loud. I had decided right then and there that I hated babies.

"Then one day I saw rare moment between husband and wife, father and mother, and they looked so happy. Like their whole world was perfect and nothing could ruin it. I heard the baby laugh and I decided that I wanted to be that happy one day, but then things changed." Dick felt tears burn his eyes but he blinked them away.

"And now, with the life that I have, I always thought that that dream was far away and I was fine with that. When he came, I was determined to not let him change my life, but now…" Dick trailed off as he gazed down at the tiny little person that had taken over his every conscious and unconscious thought.

"Now you're at a loss, because that little boy that you swore you would never be able to get close to had found the cracks in the walls around your heart and wormed his way in. You can't help but love that little boy. You can't help but love something that you thought would never be yours." Bruce said as he looked down at Dick.

Dick gazed back with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Bruce and buried his face in his chest. He felt the tears leave his eyes as the man he had come to call his dad returned the hug. "Don't worry Dick; we'll get through this together." Bruce whispered as he placed a soft kiss on his son's head.

BREAKLINE!

Dick buried his head under his pillow, trying to drown out the sound of Jackson's cries. He had been crying for that last hour and because he was still crying, Dick was sure Alfred was not coming.

Groaning, Dick sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Rubbing his eyes, he walked out of his room and headed to the room next him. The crying intensified as he opened the door. Dick moved to the bassinet. Man, Jack had a good set of lungs. Hesitantly, Dick placed a hand on the baby's tummy. He began to rub small circles and spoke softly. "Uh, hey, little guy. Shh, there's no need to cry."

Instantly, Jack began to calm down, but he was far from falling asleep. On instinct, Dick reached into the crib and picked up the tiny baby. Cradling him to his chest, Dick began to sway gently. "Shh, Jackie, shh. I'm here. Daddy's here. Daddy's got you." He whispered to the child.

Jack's whimpers ceased and he gazed up at Dick with brilliant blue eyes. Dick gasped. Out of all the eyes he could have inherited, it was Mary's eyes. His mom's eyes. His eyes weren't as deep a blue as Dick's was and they weren't Zatanna's icy blue ones. They were the ones that he had seen throughout his short childhood. The ones that had been so full of life and laughter and yet so full of fear that night four years ago. His son, his little boy had his grandmother's eyes.

Dick's eyes teared up and he buried his face in Jack's soft, raven black hair. Out of the pain that he felt this past year and the horrible thing that happened to him, his mother had sent him Jack. From something so painful, he got something so wonderful. "Va multumesc mama, multuesc." He whispered.

Gaining control over his emotions, he went to put Jack back in his crib, but as soon as Dick went to remove his hands, he began to whimper. "Okay, little guy, okay. You can stay with me tonight." He said to the slumbering baby. Dick turned and left the nursery, Baby Jack still nestled in his arms.

BBBBBBRRRRREEEEEEAAAAKKKKKLLLLLIIIINNNNNEEEEE!

Alfred nearly had a heart attack when he found the bassinet empty the next morning. He quickly ran to the next room and through open the door. His heart melted and a soft smile found it way on his face at the sight. Dick was lying on his side, his right arm wrapped around a blue blanket. His left hand rested gently on Jack's tummy. Jack himself was snuggled up against the crook of Dick stomach. Both were snoring softly. Alfred went down to the kitchen to get his camera, determined to get the first picture of father and son.

Translation: Thank you, Mama, thank you.