A/N: Here is a thing. Take it or leave it.

Bruce sighed as he looked at his pile of paperwork that had somehow accumulated on his desk within the last hour. Maybe he was being dramatic, but it felt like that. Sighing he pushed a stack aside to watch Dick do his homework for next week at the coffee table across in his office. Dick seemed to be finishing an essay or something as he seemed to be scrolling down a word doc checking for mistakes. Wayne Tech was currently trying to acquire a French technology company based in Pairs. His week had been filled with meetings and paperwork trying to make the deal agreeable to all the parties involved. Today was finally the last meeting, at least he hoped it would be.

Pulling a file towards him he started to read something about how this would expand Wayne Tech further into the European market. He felt his eyes glaze over as the paper became unfocused. How Dick could stay so focused was beyond him. He would have been bored by now with whatever Dick was doing.

Suddenly his desk phone started to ring. Jumping he shuffled papers attempting to find the stupid thing and answered it. "Hello," he said.

"Hey Bruce," it was Cynthia, his personal secretary, also one of the few at the office that called him by his first name. "The Paris meeting was canceled," she said. Bruce groaned, this meant that the deal was going to fall through. "Not for the reason you are thinking, weather is supposed to turn bad soon, the French said they need to get back sooner rather than later if they are going to prepare their side for the acquisition," she explained.

"They agreed?" Bruce asked excitedly.

"Yup, they signed the contract and agreed to the terms," Cynthia explained.

"So that means…"

"Yes, all those files on your desk to convince the French to the deal, pointless, and anything that needs to be signed can wait until later," she said. "So I canceled your other meetings that were supposed to happen before the French meeting and made you and Dick reservations at Antonio's," she said.

"Why would you do that?" Antonio's was only every reserved for special occasions. While the acquisition was a big deal it wasn't like he was his birthday or anything.

"Have you looked at a calendar Bruce?" Cynthia accused. Bruce clicked his phone to the home screen and looked at the date. Paused for a moment to think, looked up at his adopted son, back at the phone, letting the date sink in. "Didn't think so, you're welcome," she hung up at that. Hitting himself mentally Bruce stood up and walked over towards Dick.

"Hey," Bruce said uncertainly. Dick looked up from his essay pulling out a headphone.

"Hey," Dick replied moving over on the couch so Bruch could sit down.

"Hey," Bruce repeated unsure what to say. "Happy Birthday?" he tried.

"Thanks," Dick answered starting to look back at his paper.

"Dick, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have forgotten," Bruce tried.

"It's okay. I know the Paris thing was a big deal, their technology can help push Wayne Tech's forward. I also know that it can help with your side job," Dick added.

"It's not okay, did Alfred at least…"

"Yeah, Alfred offered to set something up for me. I told him that we could do something after the Paris thing. I didn't want to get in your way. I knew it was months of planning and working things out," Dick said. Bruce was now mentally kicking himself, he had lost track of time. This also explained Alfred's unusually cold behavior towards him as of late.

"Well the Paris deal worked out and all my meetings have been canceled, because they had to leave early. And Cynthia thankfully remembered as well, she made reservations at Antonio's for us," Bruce added. Dick's eyes lit up for a second before falling right after. "What?" Bruce asked knowing the look of disappointment before the fact.

"You said you are ending early today?" Dick asked. Bruce nodded and Dick just sighed.

"What?"

"Wait for it…" Dick said passively starting to pack his belongings up as if preparing to leave.

"Wait for…" Bruce jumped into a fighting stance at the sound of a loud bang in the distance.

"That," Dick said. "Happy Birthday to me," he muttered walking towards their changing room. Bruce promised himself, they were going to make it to Antonio's.

Dick knew that Bruce didn't mean to forget his 15th birthday, but that didn't mean it didn't sting. Dick was finishing his final piece of homework before the winter break, having already finished everything else, he figured he should get ahead. It was rare that it was this quiet, maybe the villains of Gotham were staying in for the upcoming storm. He sighed, that was dangerous thinking.

"Hey," an uncertain voice cut through his thoughts. Dick looked up.

"Hey," Dick replied moving over on the couch so Bruch could sit down.

"Hey," Dick noted the pause in Bruce's voice. "Happy Birthday?" he tried.

"Thanks," Dick said. This paper wasn't going to finish itself. He started to look back at his paper.

"Dick, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have forgotten," Bruce tried. You're right you shouldn't have, Dick thought. That's not fair to Bruce…

"It's okay. I know the Paris thing was a big deal, their technology can help push Wayne Tech's forward. I also know that it can help with your side job," Dick said trying to make Bruce feel less bad, not that it was his job.

"It's not okay, did Alfred at least…"

"Yeah, Alfred offered to set something up for me. I told him that we could do something after the Paris thing. I didn't want to get in your way. I knew it was months of planning and working things out," Dick explained trying to keep his voice light. This morning Alfred had tried again, only for Dick to turn it down. He just wanted to do something with Bruce for once. Going to the office seemed like the best bet.

"Well the Paris deal worked out and all my meetings have been canceled, because they had to leave early. And Cynthia thankfully remembered as well, she made reservations at Antonio's for us," Dick felt himself get excited for a moment before it dawned on him. "What?

"You said you are ending early today?" Dick asked. Bruce nodded.

"What?"

"Wait for it…" Dick said passively starting to pack his belongings up as if preparing to leave, waiting for the inevitable incoming.

"Wait for…" Bruce jumped into a fighting stance at the sound of a loud bang in the distance.

"That," Dick said. "Happy Birthday to me," he muttered walking towards their changing room. There was no way they were going to make it to Antonio's.

Batman watched as Robin dodged a punch aimed at his face from one of Penguin's goons. This was stupid. Penguin wanted some jeweled penguin statue from some small art gallery in Gotham's high end shopping district. Somehow Penguin managed to make it out to the Gotham bridge, and now the first flurry of the storm had started and it was starting to get colder. Batman threw a bat-a-rang towards the Penguin, who currently held the diamond penguin statue for dear life, trying to flee the scene. Catching Penguin was his main objective, well that, and getting the hell out of here on time for Dick's birthday dinner. A clock ticked by in the corner of eye, attempting to keep himself on time. But as it was they were already late, he was now cursing himself.

Batman watched as Robin artfully leapt through the air, managing to tie the thugs together with his grappling hook. Releasing the cord, he moved on towards Batman to help as Penguin rushed off onto a boat under the bridge. Robin jumped after him before Batman could stop him. Artfully diving into the water as the Penguin's boar took off. Surfacing Robin aimed and shot the boat with a small explosive, hitting the engine. The boat stalled to a halt as the GPD boat came to pick up the Penguin, another one going to Robin and helped fish him out of the bay. Batman watched as the GPD officer handed Robin a blanket, then left to meet them at the docks.

Robin shivered as he pulled the blanket around himself tighter. Water dripped from his hair and nothing prepared him for how cold he felt. He desperately wanted to go home now. Feeling a chill move through him he sneezed. He watched as they GPD slowly made its way closer to shore.

"Almost there, Robin," an officer reassured him. Robin simply nodded, gratefully accepting another blanket that had been found. Christ, he was almost glad his birthday was almost over. Of course, they had missed their Antonio's reservations. The boat docked at the harbor and Robin shuffled off the boat, still holding the blankets around himself. Batman was there waiting patiently.

"Let's get you dry," Batman said. Robin just nodded and hopped in the batmobile along with Batman. "Get your wet uniform off, there should be some civies back there," Batman said. Robin had already started pulling off his uniform having discarded the wet blankets. Finally, free of his wet uniform Robin started to pull on the fleece sweatpants and hoodie that was stored back there. "We still have time," Batman muttered.

"I'm sorry?" Robin asked, finally feeling warmer.

"Nothing," the dark knight said, and with that there was silence for the rest of the ride to the batcave.

Bruce pulled off his cowl and helped Dick out of the batmobile after they had pulled into the cave. "Why don't you take a shower and I'll meet you upstairs, make sure to dry off too," Bruce said. Dick just nodded and made his way towards his shower in the manor.

"Hey Alfred," Bruce said watching Alfred come downstairs, "Did you get everything ready?" he asked.

"I did, Antonio was more than happy to help out," Alfred said. "Even if it is getting late," he added. "Everyone is hiding," he added.

"I know, and I'm now trying to fix this," Bruce said.

Dick finally felt human again, having washed the Gotham Bay water off him and comfortably his favorite hoodie and sweatpants he made his way downstairs. Maybe Alfred had something for him to eat.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Dick looked up in surprise. There, in front of him stood Wally, Roy and the other league members that knew both identities. Looking at Bruce surprised he smiled.

"I am sorry I forgot," Bruce said. "But I figured it's not too late to spend it with family," he said. "Alfred also got Antonio to make you your favorite tiramisu," Bruce added. Dick smiled, while he still wasn't pleased Bruce forgot, at least he was trying to make up for it.

"Thanks Bruce."

A/N: Read, rate, review, or don't. If you are still reading my stuff... Wow. Thanks! Here's to my once a year update.