AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry it's been so long. Here's an update!

Chapter 11

Getting ready to sleep that night, Dick checks and rechecks his windows before even thinking about the bed. Turning on the bedside lamp, Dick walks over and shuts of the overhead light. Walking toward the bed, Dick stops himself before he sits down on it.

"Master Dick?"

Turning, Dick looks at the Alfred, before glancing back at the bed.

"I don't think I can do, Alfie," says Dick, shaking his head. "I don't feel safe in this room."

"I can make up another room, Master Dick," replies Alfred kindly. "One closer to Master Bruce's room."

"Being close to an empty room won't do me much good, Alfred," replies Dick, glancing over his shoulder at the bed.

Alfred says nothing for a moment, knowing that Bruce's room for most likely stay empty until the wee hours of the morning.

"Do…" starts Dick, but stop and looks toward the older man. "Do you think Bruce will mind if I sleep in his room tonight?"

"I doubt Master Bruce will mind at all," replies Alfred, with a gentle smile. "Come, Master Dick, let's get you settled."

Turning his back on the bed and the horrors that took place there, Dick leaves the room and heads down the hall to a much larger and safer room.