Dick woke up to sun shining through his windows. He dropped his pillow on the ground before jumping down. Dick walked sleepily down the stairs, his Robin stuffed animal dragging behind him. Looking in each of the rooms, the boy looked for Bruce. He looked through every room on the main floor with no luck. He walked into the kitchen, deciding to have breakfast.
Dick looked up at the cabinet that had cereal. He jumped and tried to reach the counter. After seeing he couldn't jump high enough, he grabbed a stool sitting by the table and climbed up on the counter. Dick stood on his toes and swung the cabinet open. The child sighed as he saw the cereal he wanted was tucked behind a few other boxes. Using his strong upper body, he latched on the edge of the cabinet with one hand while searching with the other. He grabbed his cereal and dropped back on the counter, spilling all the cereals that were in the way of his.
The toddler gripped his cereal and his toy as he looked at the four boxes of cereal laying outside of their boxes on the floor. He ran out of the kitchen, not wanting to be in trouble for the mess in the kitchen. Dick looked through the rooms one last time, but Bruce was nowhere to be found. He went back up to his room with his head hung.
After eating a handful of cereal, there was a knock on his door. Dick ran to the door, not caring that he knocked over the box of cereal he was eating. He frowned when he opened the door and Bruce wasn't there. He loved Alfred, but right then, he really wanted Bruce.
"Master Dick, did you spill cereal in the kitchen?" Alfred looked into the room and saw the spilled box. "We don't eat in our rooms in this house. You should know better Master Dick."
Alfred stopped when he noticed the kid had his head hung. Not from the guilt of eating in his room and making a mess, but a look of loneliness.
"What is the matter Master Dick?" Alfred knelt down by the boy, seeing little tears escape from the boy's eyes. He sniffled before answering.
"I want Bruce." He mumbled, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Master Bruce had to attend a meeting today, but he should be back in a few hours." Alfred tried to comfort the small boy, but the truth was not helpful for the tearful child.
"But dat's too long." Dick cried. Alfred couldn't stand to watch the poor kid crying. He scooped the boy up and brought him downstairs, setting him down on the counter.
"Would you like to talk to Master Bruce on the phone?" Dick nodded slowly. Alfred grabbed the phone and dialed Bruce's number. Dick could hear the deep hello come from the other side of the line.
"Someone wants to talk to you." Alfred handed the phone to Dick, who held the phone tight with both hands.
"B-Bruce?" He asked, wondering if it really was his dad.
"Hey Dick. I heard you miss me." Bruce talked in a higher pitch to comfort the boy.
"Uh huh." Dick sniffled again. "Are you coming home soon?"
"It's supposed to be a few mores hours, but I'll do my best to get home soon."
"Okay. Love you." Dick said through the phone.
"Love you too. Bye." Bruce hung up and Dick did the same.
"How about we clean this mess before Master Bruce comes home." Alfred lifted Dick off the counter and onto the floor. Alfred grabbed a broom out of the closet and handed Dick a dustpan. After Dick helped Alfred clean up, he sat in the living room.
"What would you like to do until Master Bruce comes home?" Dick just shrugged his shoulders.
"How about we get you changed into your clothes and we watch a movie?" Dick nodded slowly again and raised his arms to Alfred.
The butler picked him up and carried him to the room. Dick got himself changed, choosing a blue and green shirt and a pair of jeans. Alfred carried the boy back downstairs and sat him in front of the T.V.
"What movie would you like to watch?" Alfred asked, showing the boy the large collection of movies they owned. Dick pointed to Oliver and Company, and Alfred put the movie in for the boy to watch.
Watching the boy stare at the movie, Alfred remembered that the boy probably had not eaten much yet today.
"Would you like something to eat?" Alfred asked the small boy.
"Not hungry." Dick mumbled. Alfred inwardly sighed. He knew the boy needed to eat, but he was too sad about Bruce to want anything. Going into the kitchen, Alfred grabbed a few grapes and some water. Setting it in front of the distracted toddler, the boy started absent-mindedly eating some grapes.
Once the movie ended, Dick's sprits had not yet lifted. Alfred brought out some papers and markers and handed them to the boy.
"Would you like to draw Master Bruce a picture?" Dick grabbed the markers and started drawing. Alfred put another movie in to keep the kid distracted. Halfway through the movie, the front door opened.
"I'm back." Bruce's voice echoed. Dick ran to the door and jumped into Bruce's arms.
"Hey buddy. You miss me?" Bruce held the boy tight. Dick looked over Bruce's shoulder to see a large bag sitting on the floor.
"What's dat?" Dick asked as he pointed to the bag.
"Building blocks. I thought you might want to play and build with them." Bruce attempted to put the boy down to pick up the back, but seeing how tight the boy's grip was, he realized it would just be easier to let the boy keep hugging him while he brought the new toy into the living room. Bruce set the blocks on the ground and Dick finally let go of Bruce when he saw all the different colorful blocks lying on the ground. He grabbed a few blocks and stacked them on top of each other.
"What do you want to build Dick?" Bruce asked as the toddler kept stacking the blocks into a few different buildings. Once all the blocks were stacked, Bruce reached over to the coffee table to grab some water. Bruce's arm knocked over one of the buildings, which knocked down another on its way down. Bruce looked over at Dick.
"I'm sorry Di-"
Dick shot up with a smile on his face. "Oh no! A monster is destroying the town!" Bruce laughed and roared as he knocked another tower down.
"Quick! We need a hero!" Dick ran over to the couch and grabbed the blanket that was draped over the side. He wrapped it around his neck and ran over to Bruce.
"I'm da Batman!" Dick yelled as he jumped on Bruce's back. Bruce laughed and smiled at the child.
"Oh no! Batman's got me!" Dick jumped down and jumped back on Bruce's chest. Bruce fell back and Dick sat on Bruce's stomach.
"You got me Batman!" Bruce joked. Dick giggled as Bruce admitted defeat. Dick stopped playing as he ran out of the room. Bruce got up curiously and ran after the boy. Bruce watched as Dick ran to the bathroom, leaving the door slightly open.
"Bruce?" Dick called for help. Bruce entered the bathroom to see Dick trying to reach the toilet. Bruce lifted the boy so he could go. When Bruce put the boy down, the kid's face was red with embarrassment. Dick went over to the sink to wash his hands, but he faced a similar problem. Bruce lifted the boy again to wash his hands. Bruce could see how upset it made the boy that he needed to ask for help to go to the bathroom.
Bruce and Dick went back to the living room when Bruce noticed his son yawn. Dick sat on his stomach and started playing with the blocks again. Bruce left the boy playing while he grabbed his keys and wallet. When he returned to the room, the boy was peacefully sleeping on the floor. Bruce smiled as he picked up and placed the boy on the couch. He draped the blanket over the slumbering child before running out to the store to buy a stool for Dick.
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Dick woke up to the smell of pasta and sauce. Walking into the kitchen, Dick saw Bruce and Alfred putting pasta on a plate. Bruce looked over and picked Dick up.
"Hey, I was wondering when you were going to wake up." Bruce carried him into the dining room and sat him in a booster seat at the table. As soon as the plate of pasta was set in front of him, he started eagerly eating. Bruce watched as the boy messily ate his food. The sauce splashed on his cheeks and face as he slipped the noodles into his mouth. By the time he was done, there was sauce stuck all over his face, neck, and chest, as well as all over his hair.
Bruce held back a laugh as he finished his dinner, watching as the small child tried to wipe some of the sauce off of his face. Bruce grabbed the boy out of his chair and carried him to the bathroom.
"Looks like it's time to test out those new bath toys." Bruce mentioned as he started filling the tub with water. Dick opened the bag sitting by the tub to find the Finding Nemo bath toys he had gotten with the team. Bruce picked the boy up and put him in the tub. The boy cheerfully played with the toys as Bruce washed the sauce out of the boy's hair. Soon after he was almost finished washing up the boy, he went over to the counter to get a towel.
"Stay sitting down until I finish washing the soap out of your hair." Dick tried standing up, but slipped and bumped his head on the faucet.
Dick cried out as he fell back into the water. Bruce ran over and wrapped the boy in the large towel. Sitting him on the counter of the sink, Bruce frantically tried to think of what to do. He looked at the spot where the boy had hit his head. It was only a minor bump, but in the state he was in, Dick couldn't help but sob at the small pain. Bruce looked around, hoping to find something to help the boy. Bruce suddenly remembered the one thing that helped every kid when they hurt themselves. Bruce held the boy's held lightly as he leaned down and kissed the small bump on his head. Dick's sobs soon became watery hiccups as he looked up at Bruce.
"Better?" Bruce asked kindly. The boy nodded before reaching his arms out to Bruce. He picked Dick and the towel up, the towel engulfing the tiny boy. Once they were back in Dick's room, Bruce helped the boy change into his pajamas. He tucked the child in, but Dick wasn't ready to sleep just yet. He had missed most of the day with Bruce, and he wasn't going to miss any more time by going to sleep. He crawled his way back into Bruce's arms and looked up with his puppy dog eyes.
"What's wrong Dick?" Bruce looked back at the three year old in his arms.
"I'm not sleepy yet." Dick's eyes would have started drooping by then, but he was not going to lose to sleep.
"Come on Dick. Let's just lie down." Bruce attempted to put the boy back in his bed, but Dick gripped onto Bruce's shirt with force.
Bruce sighed as he walked out of the room and out to Alfred. Bruce leaned towards Alfred's ear, keeping the kid farther away. Dick strained to listen, but Bruce was soon walking away. Bruce sat down in a rocking chair and started rocking, watching the look of confusion on Dick's face melt into a peaceful and tired look. Dick shook his head in attempt to stay awake. Bruce hummed a lullaby his mother used to sing to him, and Dick's eyes were slowly closing. By the end of the song, the child was sleeping soundly in Bruce's arms. Carefully and quietly, he walked up the stairs and tucked Dick into his bed, setting his Robin next to him. Bruce looked back once more before leaving the room. Bruce quietly shut the door, wishing he could spend all of his time with his baby boy.
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I took my test for my permit today and I passed! I'm so excited to start driving (Even though I already drove with my daddy. Shh, no family needs to know ;)
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