Raising Robin

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A/N: Okay guys I am officially back! The updates will be fairly slow still because I have school and a lot of personal projects I need to work on and such but I will try to update at least one or two stories a week. You can all thank the lovely Reyna for this because their reviews are what pushed me to finish my work

Chapter four: Background

To say Dick Grayson is unsure of what to do with him would be a grand understatement. Now living with billionaire Bruce Wayne would be most kids dream but for Dick it is a new kind of nightmare. Of course Bruce is an extremely nice man who has been nothing but giving towards the young orphan but Dick still isn't sure how to interact with the man.

Needless to say Bruce is floating on same boat as Dick. While every fiber of his mind told him to rescue the boy from the hell hole he was in, he is completely lost. Aside from saving them as Batman, Bruce never really interacts with children. At least Dick isn't sick anymore, that's something at least.

Dick finds himself wandering the halls of the Wayne manor while Bruce is at work. It's not so much that he's bored, just at a loss of what to do with himself. If he was in a better place (mentally so to speak) he would probably attempt to jump from the banister to the chandelle, but now is not the time.

The young boy somehow, this day, found his way into Bruce's study which is now empty with the man at work. Dick settles on of the red couches and stares at the fire place now across from him. The study is really more like a small library than an office. Tall book shelves line the walls and a dark oak wood desk is just slightly back from the far wall. Dick looks above the fire place and sees a painting of a little boy, around his age, and a man and a woman that Dick can only assume are his parents.

Dick stares at the painting when it occurs to him the little boy looks like a very young Bruce. The boy stands a gets closer to the painting (Which is still pretty far away because the boy is very short).

"Master Wayne's parent," Dick jumps because he did not hear Alfred enter the room. The boy turns to see the butler smiling sadly from the doorway.

"Martha and Thomas Wayne," Alfred explains. "They died when Master Bruce was just a little bit younger than you are now."

"What happened," Dick asks looking heartbroken at Alfred. The man puts a gloved hand on the little boy's shoulder.

"They took Master Bruce to a movie one night and were mugged," Alfred explains. "The man killed them in front of Bruce and he was never caught." Dick's blue eyes go wide.

"I didn't know," Dick admits looking back at the picture. The man and the woman in the picture look so kind and caring; it doesn't seem fair that their dead just like his parents.

"I believe that is one of the reasons Master Bruce wants to care for you," Alfred says. "Because he knows better than anyone what you're going through and no child should have to suffer through that alone." Dick seems completely frozen in his thoughts until the sound of the front door opening.

Dick dashes out of the study and meets Bruce in the entrance room. The boy wraps his skinny arms as far around Bruce's waist as they will go (which isn't very far). Bruce is notably taken aback but regains himself and hugs Dick back with as much affection as he can muster in the single gesture.

"Hello Dick," Bruce smiles, running a massive hand over Dick's hair. Dick shakes his head and buries his face into the fabric of Bruce's suit.

"Thank you," the boy mumbles. "Thank you." Bruce gives Alfred a confused look but doesn't reject Dick or even question what is happening in this moment. The man simply accepts it, kneeling down to better embrace the child.

"You're welcome," Bruce smiles, resting his chin on Dick's hair. "You're always welcome."

A/N: Okay that was just something short and cheesy, hopefully things will pick up next chapter.