Bruce paced up and down his room, wondering if it was a good idea or not to reveal his identity. He looked over to the clock on his nightstand, 6:30 pm. He sighed, if he was going to do this he better get to police headquarters soon just in case the Commissioner or Chief O'Hara left. He headed for the bedroom door just as Alfred walked in.

"Sorry to disturb you, master Bruce but you have a telephone call" Alfred mentioned.

Bruce nodded and promptly headed downstairs to the living room to take the call.

"Hello, this is Bruce Wayne." He said downhearted.

"Ah Bruce its Commissioner Gordon. Just calling to see how you are holding up"

Bruce bit his lip not knowing exactly how to respond. He hadn't had much time to grieve over Dick. "Well, I... it's been... hard" Bruce sniffed.

"My deepest sympathy, Bruce. Such an awful tragedy. I'd like you to know that the Joker had been caught thanks to Batman"

"Nice to hear some good news."

"Bruce, if it's ok with you, the Chief and I would like to come over to show some support to you and Mrs Cooper"

Bruce thought a little. This would be the perfect opportunity for him. "Yes Commissioner. That would be good."

"We'll see you shortly Bruce" and with that the Commissioner hung up.

Bruce place the phone back and turned to Alfred who had just appeared beside him. "Right, Alfred. How am I going to do this? The Commissioner and the Chief are coming over"

Before Alfred could respond, Aunt Harriet slowly walked into the room "Bruce" she sniffed "Who was that?"

"Uh, that was Commissioner Gordon. He is coming round shortly to pay his respects" Bruce told her.

"That so nice of him" That set her off crying again as she went to sit down by the fireplace.

The Commissioner and Chief O'Hara were on their way over to Wayne Manor, making small talk as they drove there. Chief O'Hara, who was driving, was telling the story of the day to the Commissioner.

"He just walked out, without saying anything. He's probably effected by all of this as well"

"Under that cowl, he is like you and me, Chief. He has feelings to and...Chief! stop the car" The Commissioner yelled.

Chief O'Hara slammed on the breaks and followed the Commissioner's lead as he stepped out of the car and rushed to the side of the road in front of them. The Chief notice what the Commissioner had, a body at the side of the road. Both men knelt down next to the body.

"Saints alive" the Chief breathed. "Isn't that Dick Grayson?"

"It indeed is, he's alive" Gordon remarked checking the boy's pulse.

Dick blinked his eyes open to see two partially blurred figures kneeling over him. He could quite make out who they were or what they were saying. Slowly but surely his vision cleared and he could see that it was the Commissioner and Chief. "Am I glad to see you two" He shakily chuckled.

"Dick we are so glad that you are alive!" The Commissioner beamed. "We thought you were dead"

Dick let out another chuckle and got up into a sitting position with some help. "I'm ok, just a concussion I think"

"We are actually on our way to Wayne Manor now. O'Hara help him into the car" Both men hoisted up the boy and led him into the car. They hoped in and sped to the Manor with excitement, Bruce was going to be over the moon.

Bruce leaned on the fireplace still debating with himself, holding a glass of water. His heart began to ache. The reality of the dire situation had finally sunk in. Dick was gone, Robin was gone. His poor Dickie bird. He heard the front doors burst open which caught his attention and he pushed himself of the fireplace.

"Bruce! Bruce!" He recognised the voice as the Commissioner's.

He made his way over to the door but was stopped dead in his tracks when the Commissioner and Chief entered with Dick being supported in between them. He dropped his glass that bounced on the rug but luckily didn't break. He couldn't believe his eyes, his son was alive!

Dick looked up at Bruce was relieved eyes that he had made it home. Bruce ran the short distance between and enveloped Dick in a massive hug, tears falling down his face. It was all too much for Dick and his concussed head. His legs buckled beneath him and Bruce was left to support all his weight. Bruce picked him up bridal style and marched him over the the sofa next to the fire.

He heard the Commissioner say something like we'll leave you to it and then they left. Alfred and Aunt Harriet had finally entered the room after hearing the commotion from upstairs. Aunt Harriet screamed at the sight of her nephew and almost fainted. Bruce instructed Alfred to get some clean clothes and a wet cloth which he did right away. Alfred then proceeded to escort a shocked Aunt Harriet away so Bruce could tend to Dick.

Bruce quickly but gently got Dick out of his ruined clothes and placed the wet cloth on his forehead. Bruce sat on the floor stroking Dick's hair and holding his hand.

"Bruce" Dick groggily said.

"It's ok Dick I'm here, son"

"I'm sorry" Dick hiccuped.

"Why are you sorry, old chum?"

"I tried to get help but got lost. I'm sorry"

"That doesn't matter right now. What matters it that you are safe and alive" Bruce let out a small sob which Dick noticed.

Dick looked into Bruce's eyes "Don't cry Bruce"

Bruce smiled through his tears. He had never been so happy and sad at the same time in his whole life. "I thought I had lost you for good this time, chum"

"You'll never get rid of me that easily Bruce" Dick chuckled. Bruce also let out a short chuckle. Bruce leaned his head onto the sofa next to Dick's chest. Never had a heartbeat been so comforting to him. Shortly they both fell asleep, feeling ever so lucky to have each other.

The End! Hope you enjoyed this. It has now also been posted on my new Ao3 account.