There was so much going on with Dick right now. Leslie knew how difficult it was to diagnose a brain and injury, especially since she was not a neurologist. She did understand a great deal. She knew now that his seizure was linked to his head trauma. From what Bruce said when Dick was talking his knees buckled, at first she though it had something to do with not walking for over a week, but since he was hit in the back of his head that was linked to balance and coordination and balance, it was most likely a combination of the two, in addition loss of balance could occur even in someone who didn't have the type of head injury Dick had. Leslie was just thankful that his visions as of right now was not affected. These were just the symptoms present now, more could present themselves as well.

Several hours had passed since Dick's seizure and Leslie was happy when the boy's fever slowly disappeared, she even took Dick's off heat monitor, as he had a stable heart rate. Leslie even convinced Bruce to go to sleep in his own bed leaving her to keep watch over the injured boy. The lights were off and the curtains drawn shut to keep the light out.

Dick started to moan and toss and turn in his bed, Leslie touched his shoulder, and she could feel him shaking, she worried he would have another seizure, so she turned the light by his bed on and saw him wide eyed looking blankly at ceiling.

"Richard?" She called.

"Where's Bruce?" He asked in a weak voice, and monotone.

"In his room resting," Leslie said calmly, trying to hide her worry with the blank vacant look on the boy's face.

"Okay..." Dick slipped out of his bed and stumbled past her.

"Richard what are you doing? You need to stay in bed."

"I want Bruce..." he mumbled, in the same monotone voice, as he kept walking.

"Stay here, I will get him."

"No…I go…" He made his way to the door and then struggled to turn the doorknob so Leslie helped him. She was worried for the child, but he knew what he wanted and she knew she couldn't stop him, so instead she followed him to make sure he was safe.

When Dick got to Bruce's door he pushed it open, as it was just lightly shut. Once in the room The boy turned on the lights and made his way to Bruce's bed. The billionaire was wake now and worried when he saw Dick standing there.

"Dick, what are you doing out of bed?"

"Too dark..." he said, this was the first time Bruce hear the boy speak in the strange monotone almost disconnected voice.

"Why didn't you turn the lights on in your room then?" Bruce asked gently, trying to figure out the boy's logic. Dick might have been keeping is words simple, but he understood what was being said.

"Don't know..." Dick shrugged looked around the room dazed, as if looking for something, or someone.

"Come here," Bruce said shifting over making room in his bed for Dick. It didn't take much convincing for the boy to climb into the bed. "Stay here, we can sleep with the lights on, would you like that?"

Dick only nodded and snuggled up close to Bruce catching the man off guard, it was clear the boy was still half asleep or maybe even sleep walking.

Seeing that Dick was safe with Bruce, Leslie went down stairs to bid Alfred good bye before leaving herself.

Never had the boy had a fear of darkness, in fact he hardly showed fear at all, and to see him scared worried Bruce. Even when he first had nightmares back when the billionaire took the boy in, Dick never climbed into bed with him. He was just fine after he calmed down with some hot chocolate or warm milk. This was something completely different now.

Bruce covered Dick up with the blanket so that all you could see was his ebony black hair.

Bruce woke up to the sounds of screaming. It was a young boy, it was familiar.

"Never!" a voice called out followed by the sound of a crack. The voice cried out on pain. "Stop…"

"Robin!" Bruce called out recognizing the voice.

"I will stop when you tell me who Batman is…"

Bruce woke up in a cold sweat. It was the second time he had this dream. In the past week he had not allowed himself to do so.

He looked over at Dick who was still curled up and sleeping soundly. Bruce gently placed a hand on the boy's head, as if he was checking to make sure the boy was actually there and not a figment of his imagination.

Bruce closed his eyes and sighed, Robin tried, but the question was did he succeed in keeping their secret? Why did the torture stop? Not that he cared, Dick was safe. There were moments when he considered not allowing Dick to be Robin anymore, but Bruce knew how much that position meant to him, he earned it. He worked hard, heck he still worked hard, and still managed to pull off a perfect GPA in school. Sure a couple of nights Dick would stay back to work on his school work, mostly at Bruce's request. Sure he had talks with Dick's teachers that he had fallen asleep in class. Sure there were some nights he would sneak out, but he still followed orders. And Batman's orders is what caused Robin's injuries, keep our secret. Don't tell anyone. He did that, and payed the price, he could not help but to feel responsible. As much as Bruce wanted to keep his life as Batman a secret, he didn't want Dick to die protecting it.

The boy started to moan a little. "Shh, it's okay."

"Never..." he started to breath heavily before letting out scream. "Stop!" He bolted up right in the bed and looked around confused.

Bruce felt his own heart race. The words, the same from his nightmare.

"Why'm I'm here?" Dick was puzzled as to why he was in Bruce's room.

"You came in last night and told me your room was too dark," Bruce explained

"Oh, don't 'member" Dick's voice had a frustrated tone to it.

"I believe you were sleepwalking, many people who sleep walk don't remember what they did while sleep walking."

"Sorry," Dick looked away from Bruce.

"Why are you sorry?"

"For coming in…"

"Oh no need to worry bud. When I was a younger I remember I had a nightmare and my parents let me sleep in their bed with them, it's completely normal. I would sleep in my parents bed when I was scared when I was younger."

"You? Scared?"

Bruce looked at the boy, that was when he realized he never told him the story on how he picked his vigilante name. "I have little story for you, on why picked the name Batman. When I was about seven I was playing in the yard, and there's this well. I went to look down the well and fell into a cave, the same cave we work out of now, as I fell in bats flew past me, it scared me so much. My dad came down and got me. I closed my eyes the whole way back up. I've been scared of bats ever since. That night I had nightmare about bats, I went to my parents room and climbed into bed with them. That's when my dad told me something that has stayed with my until this day; sometimes we fall, but Waynes never stay down." Bruce looked at the boy, "and as far as I am concerned Graysons never stay down either. You're a strong kid Dick. I'm proud of you, you never let anything keep you down."

"What if I told?" Dick ask abruptly. "…ruined everything…"

"What are you talking about?" Bruce had a feeling what he was talking about and he had been dreading this conversation. In the past week Dick had not spoken about what happened, or what could have happened.

The boy held up his casted hand, "This…what if…"

"I care more about you than my secret."

"But…" Dick tried to rebuttal his guardian.

Bruce looked down at the worried boy, "Dick, I mean it when I say you mean more to me than my secret." the billionaire reached over to bedside table and opened the top drawer and pulled out a light gray folder with Gotham's city seal on it and laid it on Dick's lap. The label read 'Grayson, Richard J.'

"What's this?"

Bruce knew Dick would have a hard time opening the folder with his injured hands, so he opened it for him, "Will you allow me to adopt you?"

Dick looked down at the paper in the folder, it read 'Petition for Adoption' and it was already signed by Bruce.

"I don't want to replace your father, I just want you to know I will always be there for you."

Dick started to cry, he used the back of his right hand to wipe the tears from his eyes.

"For real?" Dick sniffled.

"For real," Bruce pulled the boy into a tight hug and ruffled the boy's hair.

Bruce hadn't gone out as Batman, much since after they returned from being captured and Dick's injuries. In that time though he did continue to monitor the city. He made his way to his computer to see a message flashing. It was odd. The League knew he was on a slight break until Robin healed unless there was a world wide crisis.

A black screen came up and distorted voice spoke: "Bruce Wayne, if you value your secret and Richard Grayson's life then meet me at the coordinates I have sent you with $15 million."

A/N: I know it's been a while since I have updated this fic. Got into a little funk and didn't know where I wanted to go. I have an idea now and hopefully will update more regularly. Don't forget to check out my other fics! Thanks for everyone who has read, reviewed, and followed this fic! See you next chapter! I'd appreciate a review :)