A/N: Yeah, hey! Woow this is popular! BTW, shoutout to Starwarsfan15 and Sakuya Hiyama! They're both awesome! :D

this chapter is a re-write, as I hate how to last on came out. :T ON WITH THE SHOW!

"Please sit, Miss Gordon." The principle ordered, gesturing to the chair next to Dick. Barbara nodded politely and took the seat.

"I believe your father has the same belief as many about Mr. Grayson's and Mr. Wayne's relationship?" Mr. Cliffe asked, collecting the papers back from Dick. He put the papers back into the blue file and turned his attention back to the redhead.

Barbara looked into the pleading, blue eyes of her best friend. She knew he wanted her to keep quite, but secretly, Babs worried about the injuries too.

"Yeah..." Barbara replied; wanting the blue orbs to stop staring at her with plead. "It started seven months ago... Bruce had almost lost Wayne Enterprises, he got really, really mad... The next time dad saw Dick, he had a broken arm and so many bruises..."

Dick was now staring in horror. Yeah, it was true; Bruce had gotten angry, next day Dick turned up with scars, bruises blah blah blah... But the reason being different. When Bruce got angry, he would go patrolling as Batman, Robin coming with him. That particular night, seven months ago, the Dynamic Duo had run into the Clown Prince of Crime. He had managed to break the bird's radius and get many punches towards the boy.

"Okay, anything you'd like to add, Mr. Grayson?" The balding man asked the ebony. The boy wanted to deny it, but he couldn't seem to get any words out of his throat. He wanted to defend Bruce, he wanted to protect his guardian, he wanted to save his father, but he couldn't. The words were stuck in his throat, and there was a low chance of getting any words out.

Barbara looked away from her friend, blue eyes filled with guilt. If Dick was sent to an orphanage, or God forbid back to Gotham Juvenile Centre, it would be all her fault. She could tell that the younger teen was trying to say something, but didn't want to help. If Bruce was beating him, then they needed to be separated.

"Okay then..." The principle said, grabbing an iPhone from his blazer pocket.

"W-Who are you calling?" Dick stuttered, sky-blue eyes wide.

"The police."

OOOHHH!

Yeah, it's short... :(

But I tried, and personally I like this chapter more than the previous chapter 2!

Stay tuned! And shoutout to Avarni! (She knows who she is! :D)