The first thing Dick was test out all the doors in the downstairs level. Most of them were locked but he found a laundry room, kitchen, and living room.

' Ok so he has the basic minimum of a house not helpful' Dick thought annoyed. The second thing he noticed was along with the locked doors, tremendously tall baby gates blocked certain areas of the house off like the basement and upstairs. This infuriated Dick, he wasn't a baby!

He tried opening the locks on the gates but they were a new type of childproofing he had never seen before.

Next was the cameras. There was a camera almost everywhere except the bathrooms. Dick hadn't noticed one in his room but he's sure there is one there.

Finally the windows were barred off. He would have to try extra hard to break out that way.

Finally he settled on the front door as his escape. Unfortunately for him that was the area with the most protection, one of the odd baby gates, an alarm attached to the door, and a camera watching him. He stared at the front door for a while trying to conjure a plan but nothing was coming to him. He glared at the camera in frustration.

" Dick, where are you? It's dinner time!" The all too familiar voice came.

'As if he doesn't know where I am with his stupid cameras." Dick thought bitterly. Still, Dick was smart enough to bide his time and walked over to where he saw the dining room.

He saw Bruce at the head of the table, and a plate and silverware in the seat to the right of him. Dick sat down refusing to meet the man's eye.

After a few minutes Bruce said "eat it'll get cold, plus you don't want to offend Alfred's cooking do you?" He gestured to the butler who was in the corner working on something. Dick frowned and took a bite warily. It was chicken, one of his favorites. As he started to pick up the pace of his eating; he saw Bruce tilt his head, looking deep in thought.

" So how do you like the house?" He asked. Dick opted to ignore him. Bruce sighed.

" You know if we're going to make this work, you're going to have to try a little."

"Make what work? Your stupid kidnapping game?" Dick exclaimed angrily.

" Now you know that's not what happened, plus this for your good. Your parents were neglectful leaving you alone like that."

"Don't talk about my parents." Dick shouted. Bruce narrowed his eyes at Dick.

"Finish your food." He responded calmly to Dick's outburst. Dick hated how this man was making him feel like a child throwing a tantrum.

"I hate you! You're a monster for kidnapping children." And with that, he pushed his plate onto the floor and stormed off. Both Alfred and Bruce calmly walked after him.

" Master Dick, that was rude and I expect you to apologize to Master Bruce." Alfred huffed at him.

" No" Dick spat back, starting to not like Alfred. Bruce sighed and pinched the area between his eyes.

" It 's ok Alfred, I think Dick just needs some time alone." Dick froze thinking back to that room where he spent days just laying there with no social interaction. Contrary to how he behaved Dick was a very social kid, he craved interaction."

Suddenly Dicks attitude switched, "please don't leave in that room for days again" he cried out.

"Oh?" Bruce said, raising his eyebrows.

"Please" Dick begged, grabbing on to Bruce's shirt. He was embarrassed he was acting like a child but couldn't help that he was desperate.

"Hmm" Bruce pretended to be in thought.

"Well I suppose if you apologize we can do something down here for a bit." Dick stiffened.

"But I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Room it is then" Bruce said, opening the gate upstairs.

"Wait! I'm sorry." Dick yelled to get him to stop. Bruce turned around.

"For?"

"For being mean to you" Dick said sheepishly.

" Alright chum, come on now Alfred's prepared dessert and we can watch a movie afterward. How does that sound?" Dick nodded disconnected. Bruce smiled and put a hand on the young boy's shoulder leading him back to the dining room