Bruce Wayne was not exactly having a pleasant day. He was currently stuck in a board meeting that should have ended and hour ago, and before that had been on the phone all day with various clients and partners. He had a headache and was getting very tired of listening to the endless speeches about numbers, percentages, and profits. Not to mention Dick was here today. This wasn't really a bad thing, it was just that he was really worried about just what was going on outside of the meeting room. His worry only increased as he heard crashes every now and again.

What was that boy doing? Bruce knew the kid was incredibly hyper, especially when board, and he was honestly an evil genius. He always had something up his sleeve and Bruce guessed he could thank the boy's circus background for that. Sometimes this trait could be incredibly difficult to manage and at times even annoying, but then, there were also the times that it was incredibly funny or just down right odd. This was why he was so worried about the wellbeing of the rest of the employees outside the meeting room and building itself.

Finally! Finally, the meeting was over and everyone filed out some stopping to gape before quickly moving to the elevators. Jesus, did he even want to see?

He stood and sighed before following the slow trail of people out the door. And...what?

There were office chairs tipped over all over the office and pencils and pens scattered around the floor. Some employees were hiding behind desks and chairs with grins and some were standing up attempting to look like they hadn't been partaking in whatever Dick had concocted.

Dick himself was behind the chair near the meeting room door. He had his tie around his head like a bandana and his jacket was pulled over his head like some sort of head covering. His shirt was untucked and his shoes were missing. Oh, well one shoe was missing, the other was on top of the lamp in the far corner of the room.

When they saw Bruce all of the adults immediately looked guilty and stood up trying to look busy. How Dick had convinced twenty six of Bruce's best and brightest to have some sort of pencil war with him was beyond him.

"Bruce!" a high pitched and excited voice yelled from in front of him and he looked down. Dick reached up in the classic up request, and the man complied. He picked the very light load off of the ground and held him with one arm.

"We were playing! It was so fun! I thought that i would be really bored but I wasn't! Can we go get pizza! Oh, or ice cream!" He asked his voice higher still with his rising excitement.

Bruce couldn't shake a smile, and maybe a soft laugh.

"We'll see." Bruce looked around again and sighed. This place was a mess. He looked down at his watch. Four thirty.

"Do me a favor and clean this up and then you can all go ahead and go home." Bruce addressed his employees as he walked over to the lamp and retrieved Dick's shoe.

He set the boy down and helped him into his shoe before tying it. He then pulled the boy's jacket down so that it rested back on his shoulders and settled his tie back around his neck.

"Do you know where your other shoe is?" The billionaire questioned. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see a guilty looking man holding the small shoe out for Bruce. Bruce took the shoe and pushed it onto Dick's other foot, tied it quickly, and stood.

"Alright, I'll see you all tomorrow." Then he pulled Dick towards the elevator. He could practically feel the shock of his workers as he left. They had probably expected to be reprimanded, but he was just glad that they had played along with the craziness Dick had surely caused. Sure there was a mess, but Bruce really didn't want to see what the child was capable of when bored and left alone for several hours.

He ruffled Dick's hair on the way down and agreed to pizza and ice cream. Whatever it took to keep the kid from being too bored was worth it.