Okay, so I have re-written this chapter because it really needed some tidying up. Enjoy! Howdy-Jane.

I don't own any of the characters, DC does.

Batman was sat at the Bat-Computer typing up reports from the raids he and his partner had covered that night. He knew he was going to be up for a couple more hours before getting a couple of hours sleep unlike his ward Dick who was already fast asleep. He envied the small boy who could fall asleep in minutes.

He didn't hear someone coming but more felt them coming, he didn't turn expecting it to only be Alfred. Something tugged on his cape, swiveled and looked down from his work to find a small boy wearing Superman pyjamas, a domino mask and holding ragged toy elephant under his arm. Batman glared at the small form with a softened version of his infamous Bat-glare.

'What are you doing up?' he asked evenly, eyeing the Superman pyjamas warily; why did it have to be his son that liked Superman better than Batman?

'Bruce can you draw me a bunny?' the little boy asked, ignoring the vigilante's question.

'That depends who am I talking to; Richard or Robin?' he asked in a slightly playful voice that he used only with close family. The boy looked confused before feeling the area around his eyes.

'Oh yeah, mask...' he said numbly, pealing the mask away from his face, revealing his wickedly blue eyes which were turned up to Batman in an expectant sort of way.

'Can you draw me a bunny now?' he asked eagerly, Batman wondered why his partner/son would want a picture of a bunny at this time in the night. He peeled of his black cowl, and raised an eyebrow at the raven-haired boy, a silent form of communication. The boy's gaze didn't falter under the weight of his mentor's assessing gaze. The battle of stares ended when Bruce gave in and picked up a pen and some paper. Dick clapped happily, before producing a single piece of crumpled paper and green colouring pencil.

'You want a green bunny?' he asked sceptically and Dick gave a toothy grin before nodding. Bruce was no artist, actually he couldn't draw at all but he couldn't say no to the boy with the baby-blue eyes. He drew something quickly and handed it to Dick who gave it a look and then glanced back Bruce.

'That's meant to be a bunny?' he asked quietly, his brow furrowing trying to hide his disappointment. He, as an eight year-old, thought that everything Bruce did was spectacular and could do everything.

'Yes...?' Bruce said slowly as if it were a question; he thought it looked like a rabbit. The boy's face brightened suddenly before he grabbed up his things and turned to leave the crumpled picture in hand.

'Okay, night Bruce.' He said happily before making his way back upstairs again. Bruce looked on completely perplexed, it wasn't often that an eight year-old judged your artistic skills before leaving again.

The next day no mention was made of the strange events of the night, if fact it wasn't mentioned for months. Not until that fateful day.

'No, Batman! Don't go!' cried Robin as Batman made his way to the zeta beams. He had tried everything he could think of; distracting Batman with "accidents" in the cave, hiding his utility belt but to no avail.

'Dick, I'm going to the Watch Tower I'm needed.' He said but he didn't sound happy about it himself, he just wanted one night and he gets called in to work on security, again.

'Let me come with you!' the boy wailed unhappily, sitting on Batman's foot clutching his leg for dear life.

'You can't, the League doesn't know about you yet.' He said, it almost sounded like a sigh but the Batman never sighs, ever. He contemplated the League's reaction when they found out about Robin and he almost shuddered but the Batman doesn't shudder either.

'Please.' Robin said from the bottom of Batman's leg, he was getting tired of pleading but he didn't want Batman to leave so he stayed loyal to his cause.

'I'll be good, I promise, they won't even see me; I will stay here!' he continued jabbing his finger at Batman's leg. Batman smirked at how adamant the little bird was, but he actually gave the idea some thought. He could just leave Robin in his private room with something to do while he worked on security; he would only be an hour at most.

'...Fine.' he said finally and Robin jumped up in joy before doing a cart-wheel further into the cave. Of course Batman's teaching had stuck because the boy came back with a Superman backpack full of who knows what and Batman rolled his masked eyes at the obnoxious blue bag but said nothing.

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