Bruce sat on the couch watching Dick run around the room with his toy airplanes. He smiled when Dick started to make buzzing noises and screaming when he made the planes fall to the ground. Alfred came in looking worried with a news paper in his hand.

"Sir, i think you should take a look at this,"

"Has Batman gotten any popular?"

"No, but Bruce Wayne has."

He handed Bruce the paper. On the front cover of the paper it had a picture of himself with Dick at the water park. On the top it read,

Bruce Wayne Steals The Missing Circus Boy

"Oh no..."

Dick ran up to him,

"What's wrong?"

Bruce folded up the paper,

"Nothing, i just have to make a few calls,"

He picked up his phone and went to the computer where he looked up some numbers and started calling till he got to the man he was looking for.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Mr. Haly! Just the guy i was looking for." Bruce answered.

"Who is this?"

"Bruce Wayne,"

"Ah, i know you, you the guy thats got my boy."

"Look, i didn't steal him you see. I found him and took him home. I didn't know who he was and-"

"It's fine, i believe you,"

"You do? But what about the newspaper?"

"I never trusted news papers ever since they gave a bad review on one of my best performances."

"Good, i mean bad that they gave you a bad review but good that you get me."

"So you called me why?"

"Yes yes, I wanted to ask if i can adopt Dick,"

"Adopt him?"

"Well yes, I've always wanted a child,"

Bruce felt bad when he lied. It's not like he didn't want a child or anything but he never really thought about having one,

"So why are you picking some kid from the circus?" Haly asked,

"Because i feel terrible for what happened to his parents. I know how he feels, both of my parents where killed too."

"Ah, well can i talk to him?"

"Yeah he's playing, Dick! Come here someone wants to talk to you!"

Dick ran over with his plane and picked up the phone,

"Hello?"

"Hi Dicky!"

"Mr. Haly! I was worried something happened to you!"

"Yes well, how is life with Mr. Bruce?"

"Great! He has a huge house with tons of toys, the house is big enough for the entire circus to live in, maybe the circus can move here!"

Bruce gulped,

"I don't think Mr. Wayne could handle all of us like you can Dicky," Haly chuckled.

Bruce sighed in relief,

"Now i wanted to ask you a question, would you want to stay with Mr. Wayne? No one's forcing you to do anything."

Dick's smile went away,

"You mean i have to chose?" he whimpered.

"Well you can't travel around the world while you live in one place,"

Oh no, what if he thinks that going with him will be better then staying here, Bruce starred at Dick. He had to say something.

"Dick look, i know that going around the world is going to be fun but i was really hoping-"

Dick turned to Bruce and smiled,

"Mr. Haley, I was hoping for right now to stay with my Daddy,"

Bruce could tell Haley was startled,

"But your dad is dead," His voice shook of guilt as he said so,

"Not him, my new Daddy, Mr. Wayne."

Dick ran up to Bruce and started to hug him, Bruce hugged back, When they finished Bruce picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi,"

"I'm sorry, i know he's the only trapeze act you have it's just-"

"Don't sweat it, all i want is the kid to be happy. Just promise me you'll take care of him, ok?"

"Will do,"

"Where can we meet for me to give you the adoption papers?"

"Uh..."

Bruce looked down at the news paper,

"How about Wayne Tower in an hour?"

"I can do that."

"Ok see you there,"

"Bye."

"Bye."

After Bruce hung up, he ran to his room, took a shower, put on his work tux, made a few phone calls and went down stairs.

Dick looked through the railing on the stairs and giggled. Beyond it was Bruce combing his hair as he looked in the mirror.

"What are you laughing at?" He smiled.

Dick pointed at him.

"What's so funny about me?"

Bruce had stopped now and was looking at Dick with playful eyes.

"Batman doesn't comb his hair or wear suits,"

"Batman wears suits,"

Dick laughed, "No those kind of suits silly!"

"Well maybe this Batman is going to get you!"

Dick screamed with laughter as Bruce scooped him up into his arms.

"Sir,"

Bruce let go of Dick and walked up to Alfred,

"Yes Alfred?"

"You have about 6 phone calls waiting for you,"

"Ok, can you make sure that Dick gets dressed in something nice while I'm on the phone?"

"I'd be delighted to do so sir,"

Bruce smiled as he peaked around the corner, Dick stood there in a small black suit as Alfred straightened his tie.

"Their you are Master Dick,"

He gave one last tug at the tie and stood back, Dick looked down at his sleeves.

"Is something wrong?"

"It's kinda tight,"

Bruce walked in,

"Don't worry, it's just for a little bit Dicky,"

"Where are we going?"

"To my office then we can go back home ok?"

"Ok, can i bring some coloring books?"

"Yeah sure. Your bag is upstairs."

Dick raced up to his room, Bruce chuckled.

"If you don't mind me asking, what are you up to Mr. Bruce?"

Bruce smiled that smile that always made Alfred nervous.

Bruce watched Dick sit in the back of the limo, he was starring out of the dark window as he watched the buildings pass. He looked down at the button that rolled the window down. Dick looked at him, Bruce nodded. Dick smiled as he rolled it down and stuck out his hand to let the wind blow it back. He stuck out his head and laughed as the air violently blowed back his dark hair. Bruce grinned when he had to sick his head out more to see the tall buildings. Dick gasped when he saw the tallest building in the center of the city, Wayne Tower. He gasped again when he saw the crowd of people outside of it waving at the limo.

"Stick you head back in Dicky,"

Bruce rolled up the window when he was in. Dick picked up his bag when the bodyguards opened the door. Bruce kept him close as they walked through the crowd. People where yelling and asking questions. When they were almost to the door a reporter stepped in their way,

"Hi, I'm Diana Rander for 78 News. We have to ask what your planning for the boy you stole"

"Stole?" Dick repeated

"Yes, stole."

"I didn't steal him-" Bruce tried to defend himself,

"Sure you didn't. So what's your-"

"I didn't steal him and that's all i'm saying right now so would you please be kind enough to step out of the way-"

"But i need to know about-"

"No comment!"

Bruce rushed Dick around her and into the building.

"Mr. Wayne! So good to see you again! Their's a giant mob outside and-"

The secretary stopped and looked down to see the small boy tucked under Bruce's arm.

"Sue this is Dick, Dick this is Sue, my secretary."

"Hi" Dick squeaked while waving shyly.

"Is this the boy everyone's talking about?" Sue asked.

"i swear i didn't steal him."

"Ha ha, i believe you. Why would you in the first place?"

"Good, i'm not alone."

He walked up to the elevator with Dick holding his hand and pushed level 108.

Bruce opened the door to his office. Dick's mouth drooped open at the huge room with a wide window and a long desk.

"Wow..." He whispered.

"Ok Dick, i'm going to go to a meeting. You stay here while i'm gone. Their's snacks in the fridge and pens on the desk. Just don't make a mess and if you need me call this number,"

Bruce scribbled something on a sticky note and attached it to the phone on the desk.

Dick nodded nervously,

"What is it?"

"What did they mean, you stole me?"

Bruce sighed,

"People just don't understand you and me, they will though. Don't worry you'll be ok."

He gave Dick one last huge before leaving the room.

"And if you move your attention to the chart you can see the stocks are rapidly increasing which is good but makes it harder to redo the marketing idea to..."

Bruce has been rocking back and forth in his chair sense the beginning of the meeting waiting for it to be over.

"And when we round the profit we get the same about the we can use to ship the-"

Bruce's phone started to ring,

"Sorry, Sorry."

He got up and went into the hallway where he flipped it open.

"Dick? You ok?"

"Yeah,"

"What's wrong?''

"Well i tried to draw with the blue pen and it's out of ink, do you know where the other one is?"

He sighed,

"Next time only call me if there's an emergency. This meeting is very important for Daddy's work ok?"

"Ok,"

"Bye."

"What about the pen?"

"The bottom drawer,"

"Thanks,"

"Bye now."

"Bye Daddy,"

"Bye."

Bruce walked back into the meeting with everyone looking at him,

"Continue,"

It had only been a few minutes before it rang again,

"Hello?"

"Hi Daddy,"

"What is it Dick?"

"I went to get a snack but all that's their is soda and peanut butter crackers,"

"What's wrong with that?"

"I can't have soda and i'm allergic to peanuts."

"Dick i said only call me for emergencies,"

"This is an emergency!"

"Ok you can have the fruit that's on the top cabinet, just be carful. And by emergency i mean if you are going to die or something ok?"

"Ok, sorry."

"It's ok, bye Dicky. See you soon."

"See you soon too Daddy."

Bruce decided to shut off his phone and went back in the conference room.

Dick put down the phone and looked above the mini fridge to see the top cabinet where the fruit was. Dick dug in his pocket and pulled out his cape that Bruce told his he couldn't bring but Alfred had stowed it away in his pants. Dick put it over his head and took off his jacket. He opened one of the drawers to help him climb. He pulled himself up onto the fridge and opened the cabinet to reveal a bowl of apples. When Dick let go of the door he slipped sending the bowel across the room where it hit a statue which knocked over the shelves of books. The last shelf hit a lamp knocking it into a small fountain, Dick gasped and headed to the phone where he tried to call Bruce but he wouldn't pick up in time before the lamp blew up and all the power in the building went out.

"Daddy's going to be so mad..."

Bruce looked around the dark conference room as everyone panicked. Why do i have a feeling Dick is behind this? He got up and climbed the stairs to his office. Bruce looked around the dark room and pulled out a flashlight. Bruce never leaves home without his utility belt. As he went around the destroyed office he started to worry.

"Dick? Dick! You in here!"

"Over here Daddy!" He called across the room.

When Bruce got there Dick was siting on the floor with an apple smashed on his head and face. Dick looked up at him with tears in his eyes.

"I didn't-I didn't mean too..."

Bruce picked Dick up out of the mess and put him on the couch. He has streams of water coming from his eyes.

"What happened?"

"I-i was trying to get an apple" was all he could say. Dick hugged Bruce,

"I'm so sorry," He whispered.

"It's fine Dicky, no one was hurt."

Dick let go and rolled up his pant leg which reveled a long thin cut.

"Oh Dicky..."

Bruce walked up to his desk and pulled out some bandaids. When he had finished covering it up the power came back on. Bruce carried him down the stairs. He stopped outside the conference room and laid him in the waiting room. When everyone asked what happened he said he didn't know. I don't want this to be the first impression of me being a parent.

"Mr. Wayne?" He's assistant came up to him.

"You have a man by the name of Mr. Haley waiting for you down in the lobby and have a call for a press conference in 15 minutes, something regarding the boy."

"Uh yeah, tell them i'm on my way."

Dick had stopped crying and was looking at him curiously.

"Let's go explain us to the world Dicky."

Bruce sat on the couch watching Dick run around the room with his toy airplanes. Alfred came in looking excited with a news paper in his hand.

"Sir, i think you should take a look at this,"

On the cover was a picture of Dick sitting on his shoulders at the press conference, at the top it said,

A New Addition to the Wayne Family, Dick Wayne

Bruce grinned when Dick leaned over to see it,

"Dick Wayne, I like it,"

Bruce hugged Dick, Your officially mine Richard. Always will be.

THE END