A/N: I really should make the summary "moments between Batman, Robin and Alfred" because Alfred has been in everyone one of these so far. Which wasn't my intention but he's such an important father figure to the both of them that it's impossible not to include him in their heartfelt moments.

Anyway, this story is about the first time Robin gets injured and how Batman reacts. It's also my first in first person. I hope you enjoy.

A/N: I'd like to thank prettykitty374, viridianaln9, Alana-kittychan, JakeFL, ARL15 and SubRosa7 for reviewing. I orginally for got thanks them, which is just rude on my part so I went back and edited to add that in.

JakeFL: Eh, I feel like if Batman doesn't miss the fact that Dick is headed for a mental break down would make him not Batman. Sometime I think is hilarious about Batman, and fundamental part of his relationship with Dick, is that he's so obsessed with his work that he misses what's going on with his family. He's like an overworked Dad that way. And I think that's important for Dick. If he knows he can't rely on Batman to take care of himself he'll find his own support group and insert his independents. I'm not saying that's the way they should necessarily go for this show, but I wish the creator would at least understand WHY Batman does that in the comics. Everything I've read about him and I've read him saying makes him sound like self-obsessed fan creating a fan fiction where his characters are super duper awesome and he's even got his little creator's pet (M'gann) and he's doing things the way they should be, fans be damned, cause he's the only important fan. Trust me, I'm not complaining about this show, if I'm writing positive fan fiction about it I must be a fan. But some of the things the creator has said has really annoyed me.

It was my own damn fault. I should have never brought a child into this world. He was innocent in all this. Why did I think I had the right to make him join my cause?

"Master Bruce," Alfred said. I didn't even notice that Alfred had come toward me. He had locked me up in the mansion while he performed first aid on Robin. On Dick. I kept getting in his way. I was so scared. I had never been scared like that before. Not since my parents' death.

I looked up from my seat on the couch right outside the cave, hoping for good news.

"I've stabilized him and secured his arm. It's broken sir."

My hands rolled into fists. I wanted to break something. I let it happen. I let him get hurt.

"He'll be okay, sir. I'm sorry I had to ask you to leave the cave."

"No," I said. "You were right. I couldn't live with myself if I hurt him again."

Alfred knelt down beside me, just like he had when I was a child; when he gave me the news about my parents. "Master Bruce, it is not your fault."

"I should have never let a child come with me."

"Master Richard isn't just a child. He's been trained by the best. And besides, do you ever think you could ever actually stop Master Richard? He as headstrong and suborn as, well, you sir. And he wanted the same vengeance that you wanted. At least you tamed the boy. You made him an instrument of justice."

"He shouldn't be an instrument of anything," I said and stood up from my seat. Had anyone but Alfred been in front of me they would have been at risk of strangulation.

Alfred stood up with me and put his hand on my shoulder. "We are all instruments of some unknown plan. Let us just be thankful that Master Richard is on the side of justice."

I frowned. "Can I see him?"

Alfred nodded and I ran to the cave. I opened it through the secret passage way and ran down the stairs. Dick laid on the medial table, his arm already set in a cast. He was shirtless but most of my torso was wrapped in bloody gauze. He was hooked up to an IV and pack of blood.

Alfred caught up with me and stood behind me. "He's going to be alright. He just needs time to rest."

"Do you mind if I just sit with him?" I asked.

Alfred nodded and left the cave. I sat down next to the boy and held his hand. He squeezed my hand. I looked at him. Still asleep but stirring a little. I smiled. He really was going to be okay.

A/N: I hope you like my latest installment of Daddy-Bats. Please review! :D