Prompt:
What about Bruce gets hurt, (not deadly!) and Dick (mess with age so Dick is only 5 years old!) gets scared couse his 'father ( do not blame him, his only 5 after all. Its Nothing wrong calling him that) is hurt. So Roy have to baby sit the little boy and comfort him couse he got really bad nightmares? Or something?

So that's what i did! hope ya like it! umm it's pretty long lol but if you like fluff you'll suffer through it! hahaha

Roy's POV

"Roy, I need you to come to Wane Manor as soon as possible."

I answer my phone to Bruce Wayne yelling in my ear.

"Sure, Bruce. May I ask why?"

I hear a sharp intake of breath and a small voice in the background yelling worriedly in another language.

"Just get over here." He hangs up fast and I am left wondering what the heck he needs my help with. Usually if he wants me there, he has Dick call me. Hopefully nothing happened to him. I grab my car keys and start the drive to Wayne Manor.

Bruce's POV

"Dick it's going to be okay."

"Nu! Nu pleca!" Dick is pulling on my pant leg, blue eyes wide with fear. He had been de-aged last night in some battle we were having, and he saw me get hurt. Minor, nothing we would usually worry about, but it was different now.

"Dick, I'll be back soon. I called a friend to come stay with you. Okay?"

"Nu! Nu vreau să pleci!" He sounds almost to the point of tears. I don't want to leave him. I wish this hadn't happened, I shouldn't have gotten hurt, I should never have taken him in as my

"Te iubesc." I say as I pull the little kid into a hug, letting him cry on my shoulder for a moment before taking him into his room.

"Stay in here, okay? When your friend gets here, he'll come up and get you." He nods a little. I set him down on the bed and pry his little fingers away from my arms. He looks around the room, his room, with wide eyes, then back to me.

"Te iubesc." He says quietly as I close the door behind me.

Roy's POV

No one answers the door, which is strange. Alfred must have the day off. I let myself in using a spare key they have placed in a secret hiding spot. (shh!) Just kidding. The Wayne's would never do something that dense. I scale the side of the manor and make my way in through a window.

"Alright Bruce. I'm here. Now what?" I mutter to myself as I walk aimlessly around the house trying to find out why I had to come. I make my way to the kitchen. I am pulling a pile of food out of the fridge that would satisfy Wally's metabolism for a week. Well, maybe not. A huge crash rings through the house. I throw the pile of food on the table and take off as fast as I can for the stairs. Screaming comes from down the hall, Dick's room, I'm sure. I kick open the door forcefully and threateningly, ready for a fight. Dick's desk has been recklessly kicked over and has fallen on its side. That must have been the crash I heard. Pictures are scattered on the floor, frames broken, and shattered glass litters the carpet.

"Dick are you in here? Dude, where are you?" Panicked breathing comes from behind the bed.

"Dick? What the heck bro. You're freaking me out."

I pick my way through the glass and to the very back corner of the bed, and what I see completely takes me aback. There, in the corner, is a little kid. I can't tell how old he is because he's curled up in a little ball with his ebony head placed on his knees. I have no idea who in the world it could be. Bruce didn't tell me I was babysitting.

"What's your name buddy?"

He brings up his head slowly, bright blue fearful eyes rising to look me in the face. Tears stream steadily, although he doesn't make a sound. He's a strong kid, I can tell.

He never answers me, his eyes glued to my face. This child, this kid, is Dick Grayson. I gasp stumbling backward onto the glass. Good thing I am wearing my shoes. The kid, who I have to remind myself is my best friend, freaks out when he hears the glass crack and takes off with the same speed he uses now. I catch him before he steps on the glass, swinging him into the air with one arm, bracing myself on the wall with the other.

He starts screaming in Romanian, freaking out uncharacteristically. I push off the wall, holding him with both arms now.

"Hey I'm okay, buddy. We're both okay, see? I'm not hurt at all." he nods at me, black hair flopping over his face. I adjust him so i can carry him in one arm, using the other to support him as we head down the stairs. The kitchen sounds like the best bet for calming the little guy down. I try to set him down on a chair, but he won't calm down. I have to calm him down with the little bit of Romanian I know. He finally lets go sniffling. I whip up a plate of his favorite foods, keeping his small appetite in mind. I take advantage of the time he spends eating to call Bruce.

As soon as he answer i spring out a string of questions, some which probably don't even make sense.

"Roy, calm down. I may have let slip that his parents are gone."

"YOU TOLD HIM THAT?"

"As far as he knows, they're just not present, currently. I'm waiting to see how long he'll be like this before I tell him."

"Why is he so freaked out then?"

"He saw me get hurt. I saw him like that and faltered. It cost me."

"Oh. And what am i supposed to do with him?"

"Just watch him for me."

"Alright, but-"

"Roy, I've really got to go. just keep him busy for me will you?"

"Sure."

Bruce hangs up on me, and I turn back to the table to check on Dick. He smiles sweetly at me, his eyes still clouded with tears. i can't help but noticed how he keeps rubbing his eyes and hiding his yawns.

"Hey buddy, why don't we go take a nap? your probably tired."

He thrusts his arms up at me, I pick him up taking him to the living room. As soon as I sit down, he curls up in my lap gripping my tee shirt in his little fists and falls asleep. I eventually drift off too, trying not to think how weird it is for him to be a little kid.

My dream is odd to say the least, something to do with aliens attacking us and stuff like that. Not exactly sure who though. Screaming interrupts my investigation.

My eyes snap open. The screaming continues and it takes me a minute to figure it out.

Fists hit me again and again.

"Dick!" He doesn't open his eyes.

"Dick!" Screaming, only screaming. His eyes rip open, blood shot and tearful, but he never once stops screaming.

"Dick!" I really wish I knew more Romanian. He looks at me, screams faltering.

"I-am văzut- I saw them fall." He stumbles over the English words. I pull him into a hug, clutching his shivering body to mine. It doesn't add up. They wouldn't be dead yet. So how does he know?

"What happened?"

"Mami and T-tati, they're gone aren't they?" His words are muffled into my chest. I don't reply, he's so strong for such a young kid. I don't want to lie to him, but I can't tell him.

"Dick, it's gonna be okay."

"I never told you my name, how do you know my name?"

Sheesh. He's almost as bad as a little kid as he is as a teenager.

"I've got a story for you, okay? It's sad, but also very happy. There's a hero in it. He's strong brave, funny, smart. and a great friend."

He cocks his head at me pouting unintentionally.

"You see, once there was this kid, he was an amazing athlete. He could do things no one else could do. Then a tragedy struck. He lost everything he ever loved and was shipped off to live with some one who was never there. Then he found a secret. Something so special that only a few people knew about it. His only new friend had an amazing job, and he was going to let our little hero help him. The hero was overjoyed and also very scared. He knew this job could be costly, but he was ready to pay that price. So this hero trained and trained and trained until he was the best of the best. He formed a team with others kind of like him. But he was special. he didn't have powers when all his other team members did. He was the bravest member of the team. Failure wasn't an option for him. It had happened to much in the past. Together they fought the most hideous monsters alive, and they always won. Together, they were unstoppable."

Dick was sitting absolutely still, taking in each word like it meant the world to him.

"But they weren't unstoppable, where they?" his statement caused me to falter.

"No, they suffered some losses along the way, but they always turned out ok, even when everything seemed to be wrong."

"Like Mami and Tati dying."

"Yes." He falls into my shirt again sobs causing his fragile body to shake uncontrollably. I rock him back and forth whispering to him trying to calm him down. He falls asleep again, and I don't dare leave him alone. His hand wrapped around my index finger at one point. I notice that all his scars are gone. This child hasn't seen the things of Gotham city, hasn't seen his family die right before his eyes.

All of those things are Batman's fault. how could he take this innocent kid and turn him into...

No.

He's Robin. My friend. The kid I would never fail to trust my life to.

As he always says, every cloud has a silver lining. Sometimes you just have to look real hard to find it.

I stay with Dick the next two days, trying to keep him entertained and happy. Every time we settle down, he starts thinking to much. He cries himself to sleep at night. He asks me lots of questions, and I try not to give away to much. He inspects my scars a lot not really sure what to make of them.

"Why do your arms look like that?" He sticks his head under mine, when I reach the top of a push-up.

"In our line of work you need to expect some scars."

"Oh." I flip over throwing him on top of me.

"Yup, that's just how it goes little guy."

He nods it off and continues on.

"Where's Bruce?"

"DaddyBats? I don't know kid."

"Why do you call him that?"

"What?"

"DaddyBats."

"Um, because he's Batman?"

his eyes widen and his mouth makes a little 'o'.

"Is that what that black costume thing is he was wearing?"

"Yup."

We wrestle for a bit, and I let him pin me, even though he told me not to. Heck, if you saw that kid's little face, you'd do anything to make him happy. Unfortunately, the pain from the fact his parents are dead stays in his eyes. It won't leave, no matter how happy I make him.

Bruce gets home late. I have Dick tucked into bed, and am sitting in the chair I brought up there, reading a book.

He taps on the door lightly and pushing it open with out a reply. He sits on the edge of Dick's bed staring at the sweet little face, and small fingers wrapped around his silky cape.

"How is he?" Bruce's eyes never leave the ebony boy.

"He knows his parents are dead," I say noting the small movement of Bruce clenching his fists, "So he's been pretty out of it. i don't know what he was like the... first time it happened, but he seems to be taking it well. He has lots of nightmares, so I've been staying with him trying to keep him calm. He's been doing good tonight though, been asleep for about an hour and a half."

Bruce just nods, and we sit in silence for a few minutes watching the boy.

He starts to twist in turn in his sleep. i expect the normal screams for his mom and dad, but what he says surprises me.

"ARTEMIS!"

Bruce and I gasp as the scream rips from Dicks throat filling the room with a whole new pain.

He whimpers tears streaming down his face.

"Mami... Tati...Te iubesc," He smiles a little, before he starts screaming again.

"MAMI! TATI! NO!"

"Artemis... you can't die. No! NO!"

Bruce stands up and starts shaking my best friend lightly.

"Dick!"

"ARTEMIS!"

This isn't right. I rush forward shaking him roughly.

"Wake up, for goodness sake wake up!"

He opens his eyes slowly. No tears, no screaming. Calm and collected despite the circumstances. Just like Robin.

"Are you okay?" Bruce pushes me aside and stares his young ward in the face.

"Da. Sunt bine. Cine este Artemis?"

I don't understand what he's saying but Bruce does.

"Unui prieten."

"Oh." Dick smiles sadly at his mentor.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too, Dick."

"Roy says I shouldn't worry about you getting hurt." Bruce glances at me, not smiling as usual, but his eyes say thank you.

"He's right, but it's okay."

Bruce hugs the little guy, picking him up out of bed.

I wait a few minutes before clearing my throat.

"Well, I guess I'll be going now, see you around buddy."
"No! Don't leave!" Dick wriggles out of Bruce's arms and jumps into mine. "I'll miss you to much."

"Roy, why don't you stay for a bit? The matter should be resolved soon, and he'll need a friend until then." Bruce states the last part carefully.

"Sure. It can't hurt." I smile at the blue shining eyes before I throw him back into bed.

He falls asleep almost instantly, a smile on his face.

I stay in the room a little after Bruce leaves, making sure to get a good picture of him snuggling his cape on my phone.

It may be cute now, but it'll make great blackmail later.

ahh the Romanian is as follows:

No! Don't go!

No! I don't want you to leave!

I love you

I love you

Yes. I'm fine. Who is Artemis?

A friend.