Dick was out of it the whole movie. Bruce sat away from him trying not to push more on the boy than he had already which Dick appreciated.
After the movie Dick begged not to go to his room so Bruce let him sleep on the couch and said that he would be in the downstairs guest room if he needed anything. This routine happened for a few days straight, meals together, a bonding activity, and sleeping on the couch.
Eventually, while he was alone he broke down. He started crying memories of his parents flashing through his mind. He missed them, he needed them.
Suddenly it felt like it was a huge effort to take a breath. Suddenly breathing got too hard altogether. He ran to where he knew Bruce's office was. However, he hesitated outside the door. Then he pushed it open. He needed help and he needed it now.
"No Clark I-" Bruce paused, staring confusedly at Dick.
"Dick wha-"
"can't breathe" Dick interrupted him through hiccups. An understanding came over Bruce's face as if this was to be expected!
"Oh, chum, come here." Dick hesitated again but he reasoned if anyone could help him it would be a crime boss. So Dick walked over slowly. As soon as reached Bruce, Dick was picked up and placed on Bruce's lap. Dick yelped, his not being able to breathe forgotten.
As soon as he got settled though he cried more thinking of how his dad used to hold him before he got too big. Bruce shushed him, rubbing circles around his back till he calmed down.
"I didn't know you had a child." A voice came from the computer sounding amused.
"I'm not his child" Dick bit back venomously.
"This one is…a new development," Bruce replied, shrugging.
"Wow I didn't take you for a kidnapper, what did his parents do, threaten to kill your men?" He laughed as if this was some joke
"No Clark, this one found out about my assassin identity, so now I have to keep him," Bruce said, sounding amused as well. As if this was something Dick didn't understand!
"Well hello there little one, aren't you a cutie!" Unconsciously Dick buried his head in Bruce's neck shyly, not liking the odd smile on the man's, no, Clark's face.
"Well, I think that just about wraps up our business. I expect to meet my new nephew face to face soon, I'm sure he would love to
meet his uncle, Clark." Clark said seriously.
"Sure, well bye Clark," Bruce said, ending the call.
"He's scary," Dick stated matter-of-factly unburying his head from Bruce's neck. Bruce looked down at him curiously.
"Yes well we are crime bosses, you children are supposed to fear us." At Dicks incredulous expression Bruce sighed.
"He may invoke fear into people's hearts, but I love Clark like a brother. Maybe someday you'll come to like him too." Dick made a face which caused Bruce to laugh. Realizing he was still in the mob boss's hold Dicks face grew red and he tried to wriggle out of his grip. Bruce loosened his hold enough so Dick could slip out but he almost looked reluctant(??) to let the boy go.
After this moment Dicks escape thoughts went down. He was almost having fun with his captor. Which Dick didn't know how to feel about that.
Bruce busted out a brand new Nintendo Switch and Xbox for him and they played together all the time. Bruce would pretend to not listen to the boy and then give in immediately. All in all, Dick was having a good time all things considered.
He still was petty and guilt-tripped Bruce when he was having thoughts about his parents but they mostly got along. For the first time, Dick thought maybe he could enjoy life eternally here with Bruce.