A/N: Sorry if it's a bit shorter than normal, but I think the next one will be longer!

Bruce Wayne finished filing papers about half an hour after Dick had fallen asleep. It was the last bit of paperwork he had for the weekend. It was his insurance that nothing was left to do at work. He officially had his weekend free.

Well... As free as a CEO could be.

As he shut the folder and put it away, he felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Smiling, he headed back to Dick's room to go check on his son. He opened the door a crack and was pleased to see his son still sleeping. He sat in the rocking chair and watched his son as he went back and forth over and over again. Minutes stretched into an hour, and Bruce still sat there, watching his son. He was amazed at how many little things Dick did that amazed him. It was one of the many joys of parenthood, he realized. He was so consumed with his thoughts that he didn't notice when Dick's eyes opened.

When Dick awoke he was greeted by the sight of a mobile hanging over his head. When he looked and saw the crib bars, he smiled. He was comfortable in his footed sleeper and blankets. He looked to see the red blanket still in his hand, and Zitka just above his head. He reached his arms up, trying to catch one of the looming animals. Unconsciously, he began to giggle, and Bruce was brought out of his thoughts. Smiling, he went over to his son and looked at him in his crib. As soon as he saw his Daddy, Dick immediately reached up for him. Bruce chuckled softly.

"Hi Dickie!" Bruce said, lifting his son into his arms. Dick snuggled into him.

"Daddy." He smiled.

"Did you have a nice nap?" Dick nodded. "Good." Bruce carried his son downstairs to the living room, and settled him on the couch. For a while they sat there in silence.

Silent as the bat he was, Alfred looked upon his young charges with a smile. He was thrilled to see both of his masters so close to each other again. It brought him back to the days when they had been Batman and Robin- the dynamic duo who had always been in perfect sync. He felt a swelling of pride in his chest as he thought of the progress they had made. He, of course, kept it behind a tempered expression.

"Dinner is served." He said, quietly shaking the two boys from their reverie.

Dinner was Chicken Noodle Soup, which they all enjoyed. Bruce fed Dick his soup before eating his own. As he ate, Bruce tried deciding what to do after they finished. After a dessert of chocolate mousse, Bruce finally asked,

"Dickie, what do you want to do?"

Dick paused. A plethora of ideas came to mind, but one stuck with him.

"Movie?"

"Sure, son. What movie do you want?" Dick paused, and thought about it carefully, before saying,

"Dumbo."

At that, Bruce froze. That was the one movie he had never allowed in the house, for fear of it's circus themes upsetting Dick. Now, he supposed, Dick was technically old enough to face that fear.

"Daddy doesn't have that movie, Dickie."

"The video store is just down the street, sir. Perhaps a nice walk would benefit the two of you." Alfred suggested. Dick smiled and clapped his hands. Bruce, rolling his eyes, sighed.

"Alright. Come on, Dickie, let's get you dressed to go out." He said, smiling.

Twenty minutes later, dressed in a white, long sleeved dress shirt and tan khaki pants, Dick was prepared to go out. Bruce took his son's hand and they began walking down the driveway. Bruce had allowed him the privilege of full speech, and he was going to have a good conversation with him.

"Dad, how come you don't go into town more often?" He asked, innocently.

Bruce looked at the sun, which was setting on the city.

"Because sometimes it's not fun to be known everywhere you go. You know a little of that."

"You want to be normal." He said, quietly.

"Don't you?" Asked Bruce.

"Here, I can be. It's the only place I can be." Said Dick. "It's good to know that you I'll always be just Dick."

Bruce smiled.

As they walked toward the video store, which was a block away, they came to a darkish alley where, in the shadows, several minions lie in wait on the orders of their master.

Dick, who was walking on the inside of the sidewalk was suddenly snatched from behind by several robotic men.

Bruce whirled around to try and get his son, but the robots were already gone.

The only thing they left behind was an orange circle with a black "s" inside it.