I hope this is as emotional as I planned it to be. I'm running a little low on emotional motivation right now.

Mary and Thomas hesitantly approached their son and the man who'd been raising him in their absence. He was physically large before, but not as he sat slumped in a chair, hand clutching at Dick's limp one. So this was Batman, the man who'd taught Dick everything about fighting crime.

Upon their approach, Batman stood up to make room for them. Mary smiled gratefully at him and took his place. John however, pulled back his fist and slammed it into the masked vigilante's jaw. Batman fell, taken aback by the sudden attack.

He wasn't sure how much John knew, but he could have done a number of things to warrant this punishment.

"John!" Mary cried, shocked and outraged by such an action.

"That was for endangering my son; for putting him out there where those monsters lie in wait to cut him up or do who knows what to him." John snarled.

So he knew. Batman didn't even put a hand to his wounded jaw. He awaited more harsh words from Dick's father, ready to take it. What he wasn't expecting was a helping hand extended out to him.

"This is for taking in my son; for giving him a home and caring for him in our absence."

Mary choked on a sob. She looked back at the unconscious boy and remembered how he interacted with the Wayne boys, how he flew and flipped in the air the night he showed them he hadn't forgotten everything they taught him, but instead improved upon it and used it to do right in the world.

Batman took the hand, removing his cowl once he got to his feet. He struggled with what to say, but John gave him a nod before taking to Dick's other side and stroking his hair, removing the ever present mask.

Mary turned to him, blue eyes bearing into him. "Would you sit with us?"

Should he? It was strange, seeing Dick's parents alive and caring for their son. Where was the Dick of this dimension then?

"Yes." Batman pulled up another chair and seated himself at Dick's feet.

"Mr. Wayne," John's voice was stern and Batman knew there was an issue going to be brought up, "Dick told us everything from the time of our deaths to taking up your Crusade and landing here. He kept nothing from us."

Batman knew what that meant. The guilt that had been in his heart from the very moment Robin had fled from the scene, hurt and confused tripled. These two were his parents, the very people who shielded their child from the harsh realities of the world and kept him safe. How was he supposed to answer to them?

"I don't believe he told anyone else what he told us." John continued. "I'm sure no one else held my son as he cried and apologized for something out of his hands. He believed your words, Mr. Wayne, every single one."

"He's been having nightmares." Mary said quietly. "We've tried to console him, but there's only one person who can make this right and relieve him of this heavy burden."

There was a heavy silence. Bruce took in a deep breath and spoke.

"There hasn't been a day where I've not regretted those words, Mrs. Grayson. As soon as he wakes, I'm going to make sure he understands that I made the biggest mistake in my life." Bruce stood, pulling his cowl back up.

"Mr. Wayne," Mary called as he turned to leave, "thank you for everything. Please, make sure he's happy."

Batman nodded, leaving the Graysons in silence.

Once the Manor was deemed safe and guarded, Dick was moved into his bedroom. Everyone had sort of split up within the large realm of the manor. Arsenal and Roy had taken up the job of going to the Watch Tower. Once it was revealed Robin had snuck in to send the message, they would need to get the coordinates.

M'gann found herself shyly seeking Alfred's companionship in the kitchen. Currently the butler was fixing something for everyone to eat. After all, it had been a very hard night for everyone.

"Yes, miss?" Alfred asked, not even pausing from gathering the necessary ingredients and utensils.

"Oh, uh, I was just wondering if you needed any help."

"I need no help, young miss," Alfred replied, preheating the oven, "but if you so insist, there's an extra apron on the further most side of the pantry."

"I wasn't insisting—"

"Then perhaps you simply wish to keep an old man company, hm?" Alfred gave her a kind smile and M'gann realized her mistake.

"Of course! Though I hardly find you old at all!" M'gann giggled and grabbed the extra apron. "To be honest, I'm no good. Robin always told me he knew someone who could cook the best dishes, but because of Batman's restrictions on identity, he couldn't reveal who it was."

"I see." Alfred handed her an egg. "Well, I believe we have met now. I am no egoist, but I indeed can cook. My name is Alfred Pennyworth and I serve here at Wayne Manor."

"I'm M'gann M'orzz! Oh, but I go by Miss Martian when I'm in costume. Oh—but my name is Martian, so my Earth name is Megan. If that's any easier for you."

"You wouldn't happen to be Miss M, would you?" Alfred smiled. "I believe Master Robin has mentioned you many times during our stay here."

"Really?" M'gann beamed. "Has he been treated well? We've all missed him so much and it was hard because we didn't know anything. He really mentioned me?"

"All of you." Alfred assured. "He has been treated very well here. In fact, I think he's felt at home once or twice."

M'gann couldn't help it. She reached out, clutching onto Alfred's apron and pulling him close. Alfred awkwardly rubbed her back, not used to such close contact. Even the boys never hugged him. Once upon a time, Damian even refused to eat his food.

"My dear, what could be the matter?"

"I was just so scared!" M'gann sobbed. "I thought he was dead!"

"Come now," Alfred soothed, "he is going to be alright. I myself patched him up. He's a tough lad and when he wakes up he's going to be in need of some food. He's been on the run for three days and I doubt he's had anything to eat."

"You're right." M'gann wiped her tears, struggling to reign in her emotions. She hadn't meant to completely unravel in front of Alfred, but she was so relieved and touched.

"I have come to find master Robin has a great love for scones." Alfred turned back to the ingredients. "They are a simple dish and under my instruction, you will make the best scones he's ever had."

Oh my gosh, you guys! I seriously love all of you! Skylark wrote this amazing one shot called Another Dimension and blueshirtmedic just offered to draw a pic for this. Seriously you guys spoil me! I love all of you reviewers and readers and just EVERYONE!