A/N: So, I don't have much confidence in my writing skills, but I'm back at it. I recently got into the Young Justice fandom, and am currently catching up to the episodes online. I am only up to the last fifth of the first season, but I love it anyway! I am also under the belief that Dick's parents died when he was eight (if this is wrong, please let me know).

A/N2: I have my own headcanon having to do with DaddyBats, but it all started with the basketball game between Bruce and Dick from early in the season! (And Dick will always think of Bruce as his dad).

A/N3: Last note, I swear. Please review and/or message me and let me know if anything could be improved upon. This is completely un-beta'd

Disclaimer: Ugh, really? Must I say it? This is Fanfiction.net, right? Oh well. I don't own anything recognizable.

Nine year old Dick tossed and turned in his bed. He whimpered and moaned, small hands clutching the king sized sheets on his bed that was too big for his young body. It was the anniversary-the day that they fell. A year to the day that Zucco brought his whole world crashing down.

"Dick!" his mother called his name as she fell. He saw them drop, no net to save them. John had a look of surprise on his face, while Mary had a look of terror and fright. He heard when their bodies hit the ground, broken. He fell to his knees, sobbing, burying his face in his hands. He looked up again as the dream shifted to see someone else, in a cape and cowl. The bat was falling just as his parents had.

"Bruce!" Dick watched as the man he considered his second father fell along with his birth parents. He was frightened even more than that night that happened so long ago. As the man who had given him a home and became family seemed to be in inescapable peril.

Bruce was woken from his sleep by the sound of muffled crying. The billionaire sprang from his bed with swiftness born from years of flying over rooftops and rushed down the hall to the door of his adoptive son's room. Opening the door, he saw a sight that broke his heart. His son's form was flailing out as sobs tore themselves from the young boy's throat and tears leaked from his closed eyes.

He hurried to the little boy, scooping him up and cradling him in his arms as the boy began yelling out. "Nu! Mami! Tati! Te rog! Sa nu Cazi! Te rog, nu mă lăsa!" the boy wailed. ("No! Mommy! Daddy! Please! Don't fall! Please don't leave me!")

Bruce's chest tightened at the child's cries. He tightened his hold on his son and whispered comfort into his ears, "Shh, pasărea mea mica. E în regula, te am pe tine." ("Shh, my little bird. It's alright, I have you.")

The child seemed to take solace in his words, but continued to cry in his sleep. "Bruce! Nu mor, te rog nu mă lăsa în pace!" ("Bruce! Don't die, please don't leave me alone!")

Bruce looked shocked at the child in his arms. He gently tried to rouse the boy by gently shaking him. The child's eyes fluttered open, and he proceeded to bury himself in his father's embrace.

Bruce hugged the boy tighter to his chest, bringing a hand up to stroke Dick's raven black hair. The distraught boy clung to the flannel covered man in front of him, soaking in the comfort it offered.

"It was just a nightmare, Dick, just a nightmare. I'm still here, and I'll never leave you."

"Please don't leave me daddy," Dick choked the words out so that Bruce had to strain to hear him.

"I will never leave you, Dick, never."