The ride home was miserable and Dick didn't say a word. As they pulled into the garage, Dick dodged Alfred's questions and ran to Jack's room. He closed the door and walked to the crib. He was greeted with the sight of Jack's baby blues as he stared up at him. Dick gave him a small smile through his tears. "Hey buddy," he said a hiccup.

He gently reached down and picked Jack up. Jack cooed as his daddy cradled him close. "I'm sorry Jackie. I wish I could protect you, but I know I can't. I can protect your body, but not your heart. People are going to talk. They're going to say things to hurt you, but no matter what they say, you'll always be mine. I will always love you." He whispered.

"I love you pasăre mica." Dick whispered giving Jack the pet name his mom gave him. He walked over to the rocking chair and rocked his baby to sleep as he cried.

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Alfred pulled another batch of cookies out of the oven and placed them on the rack to cool. He grabbed a plate and a glass of milk. He didn't know what had happened at school that made the young master so upset, but something told him that it was bad enough to warrant him some cookies and perhaps so pie for dessert…with an extra scoop of ice cream.

As he reached the nursery, he saw a sight that nearly broke his heart. Dick was sitting in the rocking chair holding Jack to him as if he was afraid that someone was going to take him away. As he rocked, Alfred could see tears glistening on his cheeks. He didn't lookup from Jack's sleeping face when Alfred walked in. "I brought you some chocolate chip cookies, sir. I thought that you might like a small snack before dinner."

"I'm not hungry Alfred." Dick replied his voice raw with emotion.

Alfred sighed. "Very well, sir. I shall just leave then here," he said placing the tray on the table by the rocking chair. "Should you change your mind," he continued as he straightened. He waited for a moment, hoping the young master would say something but when he didn't, he nodded once and left. Dick would speak when he was ready.

As he made his way back to the kitchen, he heard the door to the garage open and shut. "Welcome home Master Bruce." Alfred greeted as he helped Bruce out of his jacket.

"Hey Alfred, It smells good in here. What are you baking?" Bruce asked.

"Chocolate chip cookies, sir." He replied hanging up the coat.

"Yum," Bruce picked up a cookie and took a bit. Still warm and gooey. Perfect. "Where's Dick?" he asked finishing the cookie.

"Upstairs in Master Jack's nursery. He seemed very distraught."

Bruce blinked. "Distraught? Why, what happened?"

"I do not know, sir. He would not tell me, but I do believe that whatever it is that has made him so upset, happened at school."

Bruce nodded as he headed toward the stairs. He had a pretty good idea what might have happened. He glanced in and saw Dick in the rocking chair, holding Jack, and staring blankly ahead. His eyes were red from crying and his chest heaved from hiccups. Bruce gently knocked on the door. Dick looked up and wiped his eyes. "Hey, what happened?" Bruce asked moving to kneel in front of the chair.

"Nothing," Dick replied his voice cracking.

"You can talk to me, you know that right?"

Dick nodded and took a deep breath. "What do you do when someone you thought was a friend betrayed your trust?" he asked.

"Then I guess they were never really your friend." Bruce replied. Dick closed his eyes in despair. "What is this about, Dick? It wasn't Barbara was it?"

Dick shook his head. "No, it wasn't Barbara."

"Then who was it?"

Dick was silent for a moment. "Artemis," he whispered.

Bruce raised an eyebrow in surprised, "Artemis?" Dick nodded. "What happened?"

Dick sighed. "It was because of the interview. I mean, I knew people would talk but I didn't expect her to be one of them."

"What did she say?"

"She was talking with Bette and I don't really care what Bette says because she never like me much anyway, but Artemis was agreeing with everything she was saying."

Bruce's eyes narrowed. He had a feeling that he might have to have a chat with Artemis Crock.

"Bruce," Dick said softly and Bruce brought his attention back to Dick. "She called me a man whore."

Bruce's eyes widened, "Excuse me?!"

"When she saw me, she asked me if I was going to pay for her services. Bruce, she thought that I had…" Dick didn't finish and he didn't need to. Oh, Artemis Crock was definitely going to get a stern talking to… maybe from Batman.

Bruce sighed. "I'm sorry Dick. I don't know what to say to make this better." Bruce reached out and gently took Jack from Dick and placed him in his crib. He then knelt back down in front of him and placed his hands on his shoulders. "But you are nothing that they'll call you. You are smart and brave and an amazing father. Even better than me."

Dick smiled. "Not better, just different." He said.

Bruce returned the smile and pulled his boy into a hug.

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Recognized: Robin B01. The light died down as the boy wonder stepped out of the zeta tube. He adjusted his glasses and walked into the entertainment room. Megan was in the kitchen mixing something and Conner was on the couch watching static. "Hi Robin," Megan greeted cheerfully.

"Hey Miss M." He said returning the greeting. "Hey Supes." Conner grunted. "What are you making?"

"Oh, I'm trying out this snikerdoodle recipe I saw on-" Megan started but was interrupted by a sudden gust of wind.

"SorryMegalishious. Ineedtoborrowhimforamoment. I'llbringhimrightback. Bye!" There was a second gust of wind and the stole that Robin was sitting on was suddenly empty.

Robin found himself in a random room of the cave with Wally locking the door behind them. "Dude, warn me nest time. You know I hate it when you do that."

"Isittrue?" Wally Asked superfast getting right in his face.

Robin took a step back, "What?"

Wally held up a Daily Planet newspaper with the headline that read: Little Prince of Gotham has Bouncing Baby Boy. There was a picture of underneath the text of him and Jack. "Is it true?" he asked more slowly.

Robin sighed and removed his glasses. "Yeah, yeah it's true."

Wally stared at him for a moment in bewilderment before his eyes narrowed. "Dude, why didn't you tell me? I left you like a hundred messages. Why did I have to find out through social media?"

"I'm sorry Wally. Everything was just happing so fast and all at once, I guess I just forgot."

Wally crossed his arms, "You forgot?"

"Yes," Robin stated. "I'm sorry."

Wally was silent for a moment before he sighed. "Who's the mom?" he asked.

Dick looked down at his shoes. "Zatanna," he mumbled. Wally's jaw dropped.

"Zatanna?! Dude! You guys are barely fourteen and you have sex with her?!"

"It wasn't by choice!" Dick shouted.

Wally looked at him confused. "What do you mean?"

Dick sighed and rubbed his eyes. "She drugged me."

"Oh my god, are you serious?" Dick nodded. "What did she use?" he asked.

"LSD, Bruce took a blood sample."

Wally ran his hand through his hair. "Man, that's heavy." Dick nodded his agreement. They were both silent for a moment. "Have you talked to her?"

Dick shook his head. "I haven't seen her since that night." He replied. "Have any of you guys heard from her?"

"Not for like a year." Wally said and Dick let out a sigh. "You think she's going to come back to the team?"

"I don't know," Dick said. "And honestly, I don't know if I even want her to. A part of me wants to see her, I mean she's the mother of my child, why wouldn't I? But then there's a part of me that just wants to hate her."

Wally nodded. "I wouldn't blame you. You gonna tell the team?"

"How can I? Telling the team would mean revealing my whole identity and that goes against-"

"Goes against Batman's rule, I know, I know. So what are you going to do?"

Dick looked at Wally puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Well, are you going to keep being Robin or are you quitting your job to become a stay-at-home dad?" Wally asked with a smirk.

"No, I'm still going to be Robin, just not as often."

"Okay, well if you ever need a baby-sitter, you know who to call."

"Like I would ever leave my kid alone with you for any extended period of time."

"What are you saying, that I'm a bad influence?"

"Yes."

"…Jerk."

Dick chuckled. "Ok, I have one more question."

"What is it Wally?" Dick sighed.

"When do I get to meet my nephew?"

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