Bruce opened the door,

"Your here! Good."

Oliver stepped in with a Get Well ballon in his hand,

"Is Dick ok?"

"Yeah, he's on the couch watching TV. I think he's getting over the cold."

"So what do you need me for?"

"Well i've been called to an emergency meeting at work and it's Alfred's day off. I was hoping you could watch him while i'm gone,"

"Sure, no problem."

"Ok their's soup and orange juice in the kitchen. Make sure he doesn't watch anything over G and-"

"G?"

"Yeah and he has to take these pills every 3 hours. And if anything goes wrong just call me at- ACHOO!"

Bruce leaned over and started sneezing. Oliver walked him to the couch and sat down.

"Thanks,"

"What's wrong?"

Dick got up and ran over to Bruce's side.

"I'm ok," Bruce said to the worried boy.

He slowly stood up, he was about to tell Oliver something but went into a coughing fit and fell to the floor, Olli and Dick picked him back up.

"Bruce are you ok?"

"I'm fine, it's just allergies."

He let out a few loud coughs then leaned back on the chair,

"Stay here,"

Oliver went down the hallway, when he got back he stuck a thermometer in Bruce's mouth.

"Just what i thought,"

"What?"

"You have a fever,"

"A what?"

Bruce looked at the thermometer. He sighed as he laid back in the chair.

"You must have caught it from Dick when you were taking care of him."

"I'm sorry," Dick apologized

"It's ok Dicky," Bruce looked down at him.

"It's just a small fever, ill be fine."

"As long as you stay in bed and not go to that meeting." Oliver looked very seriously at Bruce.

"But i can't just tell them i'm not coming."

"Then i will."

Olli picked up the phone and said, "Mr. Wayne is very sick and needs to stay home today, no he can't come, i just said he's sick! GOODBYE!"

"Oh no..." Bruce put his hands on his face when he slammed the phone.

"Now you stay right here and don't leave the house ok?" Oliver said sternly,

"But what if i get a call from the League? Won't you guy's need me?"

"What are the odds of us needing you today? You rest and stay here."

When Oliver shut the door Dick ran into the kitchen.

"Dick, where are you going?"

"Be there in a second!"

Bruce sighed and pulled up a blanket. Suddenly there was a crash in the other room. He got up and went into the kitchen. In the room Dick was covered in tomato sauce and had the pot flipped over on the ground.

"Oh Dicky..."

Bruce got a bunch of paper towels and wiped Dick's face. When he finished Dick took the rest of them and started wiping the floor. When he was done he picked up the glass that was on the table and gave it to him,

"Here's some orange juice, i tried to make soup but..."

"Thank you Dick,"

Bruce took the glass and went to the couch. Dick ran up the stairs and came back down with some pillows. Bruce smiled and patted him on the head. Dick snuggled in his arms and pulled up the covers as they fell asleep.

Dick's eyes flew open when he heard the loud beeping. He pulled himself off the couch and turned back to check on Bruce, he was still asleep. I have to turn it off before he wake's up. He looked around and noticed that the noise came from below him. The Bat Cave! He ran into the library and pulled on the book about bats and went down stairs. When he got to the bottom he saw a big flashing light on the monitor. Dick looked through the buttons on the keyboard till he found ENTER and clicked it. A large picture of Superman popped up on the screen.

"Superman to Batman, come in. Are you there?"

Dick stood in front of the screen.

"Dick, where's Bruce?"

"Around," He answered.

Dick knew that they wanted to send Bruce on a mission, Uncle Oliver said he has to stay home and rest so he can get better.

"Well can you tell him to come down?"

"He's working."

He didn't want them to think Bruce was weak right now.

"This is very important so can you please tell him to come down?"

"I can't, i said he's busy."

Clark sighed.

"Dicky please, it would be super nice of you to get him."

"I said no."

Dick crossed his arms and went into a pout face.

"I'm telling you, now go get Bruce."

Dick huffed and turned his back on the screen.

Bruce woke up with a start. He looked around and saw that the place where Dick had curled up next to him was empty. Bruce could swear he heard Dick when he went to look in the library. Oh Dicky, what are you up to now? Bruce coughed a few more times before he went into the Bat Cave. When he came to the bottom he saw Dick with his back turned from the computer screen with Clark looking very annoyed at the boy.

"What's going on here?" He sighed.

"DADDY!"

Dick ran up into his arms.

"Finally," Clark whispered.

"What happened?"

"Uncle Clark wants you to go away on a mission while you sick!"

He covered his mouth after he said the word.

"Oops..."

Superman looked stun, guilt covered his face at once.

"Your sick?"

"Just a small fever, i'll be fine. What do you want me to do?"

"But you can't go, your sick! Uncle Oliver said-"

"Duty calls Dicky. Don't worry, i'll be back soon."

"But what about your fever?" Clark asked.

"I'll be fine,"

"But-"

"The mission is?" Bruce interrupted.

"The Golden Gate Bridge is collapsing due to the bombs stuck on the support beams."

"Who are they from?"

"Steve Palmer."

"Barry's old enemy?"

"Yeah,"

"What do you need me for?"

"Your the best detective in the league and we need your help to find him."

"Daddy you can't go."

"I'll be back soon, while i'm gone you can stay at the WatchTower."

"Ok..." He sighed.

Dick sat in a chair by the portal. He was thumping his foot worrying about what might be happening to Bruce. What if he gets even more sick? Dick watched everyone move casually around the Tower, Isn't anyone worried? Suddenly there was a bunch of yelling coming from the portal behind him. Dick turned around to see Superman and Green Lantern carrying Bruce inside with Flash and Wonder Woman behind them.

"DADDY!"

Dick ran up to him,

"It's ok Dicky, I'm fine." He coughed.

"Take him to the ER now!" Diana yelled.

Dick had tears in his eyes when they passed. Clark didn't dare look at the boy, he knew it was his own fault. Flash stopped Dick from running after Bruce.

"Dicky, he's ok. He's going to be fine, don't worry."

Dick just wailed again and tried to push Barry out of the way but he was too strong.

"DADDY!"

Dick had sat outside the emergency room with Barry. He had wet and dry tears that he hasn't wiped off. He'd been there for almost 20 minutes refusing to leave. Barry had tried to cheer him up with games and snacks, it had always cheered Wally up but every time he asked Dick if he wanted something he would say,

"I WANT DADDY!"

Then the door creaked open with Diana coming out of it. Dick looked scarred yet hopeful up at her.

"Don't worry, he's fine. He just twisted his ankle, he'll be fine in a few days." She grinned.

Dick cracked a smile before asking, "Can i see him?"

"Go ahead,"

She held the door open. He race to Bruce's side where he had a large bandage around his leg.

"DADDY!"

Bruce squeezed his son tight.

"Oh Dicky..."

A tear rolled down both of their eyes,

"I'm so sorry, i didn't know this would happen. Please forgive me,"

"As long as you stay in bed till your better."

Bruce looked down at his leg,

"I think i'll be staying in bed for a while anyway."

Bruce and Dick hugged, laughed, and afterwords went back to the mansion.

THE END