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Batman stayed up for days and nights looking for clues to finding his lost bird. He didn't rest, eat, or went out on patrol unless there was a lead to finding his son.

"Master Bruce please go get some rest sir."

"Alfred I can't. I'm not going to rest until he's at home safe."

"Sir you're not doing Master Dick any good if you over exhaust yourself. Please just rest for a few hours."

"He might not have a few hours. I don't even know if…" Suddenly something pricked Bruce's arm. He turned around to see Alfred holding a syringe. Bruce gave him a bat-glare before passing out.

"Clark…it hurts." Dick said. 'Why am I acting like this? I've broken my foot loads of times.'

"I know it does Dick. Take this and you'll feel better." Clark said holding Dick's medicine.

"Where's Bruce?"

"He's…uh…just take the medicine Dick." Dick took the medicine and asked again about Bruce.

"He's back at the manor. Please Dick, get some rest. You took quite a fall. Dick nodded and finally fell fast asleep.

NO! ROBIN NO! Batman called.

"I'm sorry Bruce." Dick said and took off with the bomb attached to the Bat. He knew he was going to die but Gotham still needed Batman. They didn't need some sidekick. Suddenly Dick remembered that Bruce could easily hack into The Bat and make it so that he would take the bomb. No, he wouldn't let that happen. He then punched in a few codes that would make The Bat unhackable.

5…4…3…2…EJECT! …BOOM! The bomb exploded leaving nothing but a mushroom cloud. Robin blacked out as soon as he hit the water.

Dick awoke with a start. He was breathing short, heavy gasps. Taking the bomb and ejecting was probably the scariest thing he'd ever encountered since the death of his parents. HE looked over and saw Clark asleep on the chair next to him. Afterwards he laid back down and started thinking of his life living with Bruce. Of course the paparazzi called him circus freak, charity case, orphan and so on. Bruce never thought of him as any of those. He thought of Dick as his son. Didn't matter that he wasn't blood related. He still loved him as a father loves his son.

"Hurry sir. We must hurry." Alfred said six years ago. Bruce Wayne was having a charity event when Two-Face showed up firing bullets.

"But where's daddy?" Dick asked.

"He'll meet us in the cave sir." Alfred whispered. Suddenly Two-Face held a gun right at Dick's face. Alfred pushed Dick protectively behind him.

"Harvey, please stop." Dick begged.

"Harvey Dent is dead. He died with Rachel.

"Harvey it's me. It's Dick, remember?"

"Oh yeah I remember. Get him!" Harvey's men pushed Alfred out of the way and grabbed Dick and handed him off to Two-Face.

"No!" Alfred screamed and Harvey put a gun to Dick's forehead.

"How lucky are you little boy?"

"I'm the luckiest boy in the world. I have two people who came to me and helped me heal after my mommy and daddy died. They love me just like I love them." Dick said looking at Alfred who shed a tear at the young master's words.

"Well then…A fifty-fifty chance should be nothing to worry about. Harvey said pulling out a coin. Dick took a shaky deep breath. Two-Face flipped the coin. Alfred was struggling with Two-Face's goons. Harvey caught the coin but before he could open his hand, Batman came up from behind and kicked Harvey in the back casing him to fly forward with Dick still in his grasp. Alfred's captors let their grasp lose which caused Alfred to break free and knock those guys out. He then got the unconscious Two-Face off of Dick who then clang to Alfred who held him close.

"Thank you…" Dick said but Batman was gone. Instead Bruce came running up to him and hugged Dick tight as if he were going to disappear any second.

"Thank you."

Dick smiled at that memory. He really meant it when he said he was the luckiest boy in the world. For a minute he actually thought he was going to die. That was how he felt when he ejected from the pilot seat. Realizing how tired he was, he laid down and went to sleep.

Bruce awoke feeling a little better. That's when he remembered…"Dick!" Bruce jumped out of bed not before stumbling because of the syringe. Just then Alfred came in.

"Sir you must take it easy."

"Why? Why did you do that? How long have I been asleep?"

"8 hours to be exact sir…"

"EIGHT HOURS?! Dick could be dead by now!"

"Master Dick will be just fine. He sent that letter to you did he not? He told you that he was ok. Do you trust him sir?"

"Of course I trust him, I trust him with my life."

"Then he's alive and alright sir." Bruce finally nodded. "Come now, you've had a good rest so let's go find the young master."

"Superman had heard about a bomb that was going to go off in Gotham and decided to go there to see if he could help. He was just about to cross the Gotham limits when he saw a mushroom cloud over the Gotham Bay. 'Was that the bomb?' He then went over to investigate" When there were pieces all over the place falling that looked like airplane pieces. He scanned the bay until he came upon a figure that whose heartbeat was very faint. He dived in to try and listen to where the faint heartbeat was. He turned his head right and saw a young boy in a colorful costume. His eyes widen because he recognized the figure. Quickly he grabbed Dick and flew back to Metropolis

Clark finally wolk up and saw Dick was awake and just lying down.

"Hey Dick, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine. I just…I really miss Bruce."

"I know, as soon as you're leg heals up I promise I'll take you home."

"I know…Can I at least call him?"

"I don't think that's such a good idea. You shouldn't be moving around too much."

"I'm only going to be moving my hands. Not my foot."

"Dick you already sent him that letter."

"But…"

"Dick just let it go."

"Fine."

Bruce went to Wayne Enterprises to try and find Lucius.

"Bruce, I didn't expect you here."

"Fox Dick's alive. I need something to get to Gotham bay where Dick was last seen." Fox looked a Bruce like he was crazy.

"Bruce, are you serious?"

"I'm very serious." Lucius smiled and went down to the prototype room. Soon after he was in The Bat II on the way to the bay. Horrible memories of that day were playing in his head over and over again. At last he got to the place where the bomb exploded. Bruce scanned the area to try and find any evidence of Dick's disappearance. As he scanned the bottom of the bay, he started finding chunks and wreckage of The Bat; it made him happy because he knew that he was in the right place.
All of a sudden he noticed some red lines going into the water and back out again. "Super Sonic Disturbances. But jet craft doesn't fly this low. Unless…"

Dick ate his lunch slowly. He wasn't as in pain as he was at first but he was homesick. "As soon as this leg heals I'm going home." Then there was a knock at the door.

"I got it Dick." Clark said trying to be funny but it didn't work. Clark opened the door and found someone he was not expecting. "B-Bruce." Clark said as Bruce gave him the ultimate Bat glare.

"Bruce!" Dick shouted and finally smiled. His father had found him.

"Care to explain this?" Bruce said walking in.

"Well I…"

"And when were you going to tell me that my son was alive? Do you know how worried I was?!"

"You brought this on yourself. What were you thinking bringing a child into this? These criminals will kill him if they get the chance. Have you even thought about that?"

"I never had any intentions of having him join this life. The last thing I ever wanted was for him to be Batman! The only reason I allowed him to join me was so that no one could lose their family just like we did."

"Yet Rachel died six years again because of you."

"Don't you dare blame Bruce for that?" Dick shouted. Clark then was silent at Dick's words. Bruce then proceeded to pick his son up and head out the door.

"Oh and by the way, if you ever try to keep my son away from me again. Bruce then took out a piece of kryptonite which made Clark very weak and fell on the floor. "I'll do much worse." Bruce said and left.

When Bruce got home he immediately put Dick in his own bed.

"Are you uncomfortable?" he asked.

"No I actually feel a lot better now." Bruce then leaned down and hugged his son for the first time since the bomb.

"I thought I'd lost you. Why would you do something like that?"

"I'm sorry Bruce. Dick said pulling back. Someone had to take it and I thought…you didn't need a partner."

"No, I could never live my life without you. When I thought you died, I was heartbroken. I was even thinking about giving up Batman."

"You did?" Bruce nodded.

"Then I remembered what we stand for. We give Gotham hope and I knew you wouldn't want me to give up."

"I wouldn't."

"When I got your letter, it gave me hope that I could still save you. I looked everywhere for you. I love you."

"I love you too dad." Bruce gave his son a quick hug again.

"Alright partner, it's time for bed."

"Ok." Dick said and started to lie down.

"Oh and Dick? Alfred's staying for good."

Well there you go. I really hope you like it. I'm sorry to say that I'm going on vacation tomorrow and won't be back till Friday. But when I get back I will start writing as long as I'm getting reviews.

Jason Todd-Clark is going to get it when I see him again.

LaurenHardy13-Jason shut up. Just because you're in the next chapter doesn't mean you have to come into the others.

That's right everyone. Next chapter is going to be a Damian the Oldest and Dick the youngest. Remember I still gladly will take any requests that you may have for the trilogy. I have seen all of them. Remember to review.

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