10 o’clock the next day
Gotham Medical Center

Bruce and Dick walked into the waiting area outside of Dr. Leslie Thompkins office. Dick stopped by the receptionist’s desk and announced his arrival. Both men sat down and flipped through magazines. After about a 10 minute wait, Leslie and a stocky gentleman in his 50’s came into the waiting room.

“Dick, Bruce! I’m so glad to see both of you!” Leslie said with a sly wink towards Dick. “I would like you to meet my friend and colleague, Dr. Robert Mullins. He is a neurosurgeon. A great one at that!”

Dr. Mullins blushed a little at the compliment and said, “Well, I do my best. Please just call me Bob.” He offered his hand first to Dick and then to Bruce.

“Why don’t we step into my office where we can discuss Dick’s options?” Leslie offered.

When everyone had stepped inside and taken a seat, Leslie handed Bob a file in which Dick’s test results could be found. He looked at them and then looked at Dick. Bob gave a slight smile and said, “I know that it sounds bad right now, but believe me, it could be a lot worse. We’ve caught this thing early. But with a brain tumor, treatment and recovery can be very difficult.”

“What kind of treatment are we talking about?” Dick steeled himself for the answer.

Bob set his mouth into a firm line, took a deep breath, and then he continued. “Well, we will need to remove the tumor. Or most of it anyway. Brain tumors are very difficult because not all of the tumor cells are contained in the tumor itself. After surgery, you will need to go through chemotherapy to kill the rest of the tumor cells that are still in the brain.”

“When you say ‘remove the tumor,’ you are talking about brain surgery?” It was Bruce who asked this pointed question.

“Yes, that is correct.” Bob stopped short of saying something else. After a moment, he continued. “Dick, even though we have caught the tumor in its beginning stages and we expect a complete and full recovery, you must also be prepared for the worst. Brain surgery is a very risky business. Side affects can occur. Brain damage, from slight memory loss to major physical paralysis or even mental retardation. And then of course, you aren’t even assured that you will come out of the surgery alive or that the chemotherapy will be able to eliminate the rest of the tumor cells after the surgery. However in this day and age, the stakes are in your favor.”

Dick nodded. “How long do I have? I mean, when do I need to let you know and how long will I have to wait? That sort of thing.”

“We need to decide quickly. You will need to take steroids to get your body ready for such a demanding surgery. I would want you to at least take them for about 3 weeks before. So as soon as possible would be my answer.”

Dick took a quick glance at Bruce, who was sitting very rigid and was pale while his hands gripped the sides of his chair tightly. “What do you think?” Dick asked in a small whisper.

“What other choice do you have?” Bruce said in an equally small voice.

“Dick, I agree with Bob. The sooner we start the treatments the better.” Leslie smiled encouragingly. “We will all be here for you and will take the best course of action. You know that.”

Dick nodded and said, “Okay.”

One week later

With the help of pain killers and steroids, Dick began to feel normal again. His headache and weakness were almost non-existent. He spent most of his days talking to Alfred and helping with the small chores around the big Wayne Manor. Late Friday afternoon, he was outside helping Alfred rake leaves when the W. E. company helicopter set down and allowed Bruce Wayne to hop off.

Bruce walked toward Alfred and Dick with that half grin on his face. Alfred said, “My sir, don’t we look like the cat who swallowed the canary!”

“Yes, Alfred, maybe I have! You are looking at the new owner of the Daily Planet.” Bruce said almost chuckling.

Dick smirked and said, “Won’t Clark love this!”

“I had no idea that you were considering such a deal, Master Bruce.” Alfred’s voice had the ring of shock in it.

“Actually, the deal just came across me today. I felt it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.”

“Yeah, we know your real reason behind it, Bruce.” Dick laughed, “You just want to be able to boss poor Clark around and watch his movements.”

“Well, maybe that was a subconscious reason. But it really was a good investment. Lucius even agreed it would prove very favorable to Wayne Enterprises and Gotham in the future.”

While eating supper that night, there was a knock at the door. Alfred went to answer it and returned a few minutes later. His usual stoic face had a small smile on it as he announced, “Master Bruce, I believe an old friend has come to visit you this evening.”

“Who is it?” Bruce said with a question in his eyes.

“Master Clark Kent, sir.”

“Oh this ought to be interesting.” As soon as Dick said this, he began to blush from embarrassment. He realized his mistake immediately. Clark would be able to see and hear this conversation. Superman could see through walls and could hear the slightest whisper.

Bruce gave Dick a sympathetic look and turned to Alfred, “Show him in, Alfred and bring another plate.”

Just a short while later Clark walked in and shook Bruce’s hand. He looked at Dick and smiled. A devilish twinkle came into his eyes as he shook Dick’s hand and said, “I agree Dick, this will be quite interesting.”

“How did you find out so fast? It wasn’t to be announced until next Wednesday.” Bruce inquired.

“I have my ways, Bruce. So what are you up to? Taking over the Daily Planet isn’t your style now is it?” Clark talked with an edge in his voice.

“Smart business deal, that’s all. I promise you Clark. Lucius Fox actually had to spend over an hour talking me into it. I did not want to interfere with Metropolis in any way. I still don’t.”

“So I have nothing to fear about you moving any operations over into my territory?”

“Gotham is my space, Metropolis is yours.”

“I’m glad we both see it that way. Man, I never thought I would be having this conversation with you unless it was flip-flopped.” Clark shook his head in amazement.

“Actually, we did have the flip side of this conversation not long ago.” Bruce said pointedly. “I guess the tables have turned somewhat. Oh, by the way, how’s Lois?”

“Doing great! She’s still bossing me and everybody in sight around, but hey, that’s what I love about her!”

Clark had been steeling glances over at Dick. Clark’s eyes had gone from genuine happiness to see Dick to an open look of concern for Dick.

“Dick, how’s things going in Bludhaven?” Clark asked suddenly.

“Alright, I guess. Could be better, could be worse.” Dick gave a slight smile that reminded Clark of another person that was sitting in the same room.

“Well, if you need anything, you can call me. I know you’ve got good ole Bruce here, but if he gets too busy chasing the Joker around, don’t hesitate.”

“I won’t.” Before another word could be said, Alfred walked in with a small cup. He placed the cup in front of Dick. Dick took a deep breath. It was time to take all those pills.

Gee thanks Alfred! Right on time as usual. Guest or no guest. Superman or no superman. Now there will be no way I can get out of telling him. Dick thought. I know Clark won’t push for details, but how can I not tell him now.

Silently, Dick reached in the cup and pulled out the 4 small pills. He took them each and sat there in the uncomfortable silence for a little while. Bruce spoke first.

“Clark did I ever tell you about the time I went to Metropolis before we met?”

Dick stopped listening, thankful to Bruce for coming up with something to say, no matter how lame or stupid. He thought back on all of the adventures shared with Superman and the way he use to worship the Man of Steel when he was a kid. Now this man who he looked up to was seeing Dick as weak. He began to feel that same embarrassment he felt when he had told Bruce. Dick was letting Bruce down and now he was letting Clark down.

Bruce had finished his story. Clark was laughing and commenting politely on it when a small voice interrupted.

“Clark, I’ve got a brain tumor.”

“I know.”

Dick looked up sharply, “How did you…?”

“Sometimes X-ray vision shows you things you wish it wouldn’t.” Clark looked at Dick with silent concern.

“I’m going to have the tumor removed in about 2 weeks if all goes as planned.” Dick gave a deep sigh and looked up to meet Clark’s blue eyes.

Clark gave a small smile and said, “You’ll do fine, Dick. You’ve got a great family with Bruce and Alfred. Plus you’ve got a whole slew of friends ready to support you. Let them help and encourage you Dick. Together, we’ll all see you through this!”

“Thanks Clark.” Dick gave a slight smile and a nod of his head.

Next Day

Dick woke up that morning feeling tired and weak. The headache was back and with the full force of a Mack truck. He was lying in bed holding his head in his hands when Alfred walked in with a tray.

“Good morning, Master Dick. I hope you slept well?” Alfred looked at Dick with a raised eyebrow.

Dick didn’t answer right away. He was clenching his jaw shut against the pain. Letting out a ragged sigh, Dick asked weakly, “Alfred, do you have that pain killer pill? I think I need one.”

“Certainly sir! Here you go.” Alfred helped Dick sit up and down the pill with a drink of water.

“Thank you Alfred,” Dick managed to say before his head began to pound so hard that he had to take an involuntary gasp of air. Alfred looked very concerned at Dick and was about to say something when Bruce walked into the room.

“Good morning Dick, Alfred!” Bruce was in a very cheerful mood. Batman had had a very successful night and consequently had come home early for a couple hours sleep. But his bright features fell when he looked at Dick’s pain filled face. “How are you feeling this morning Dick?”

“I’ve been better,” Dick managed to give a smile, but not for long. His head started to throb with unforgivably sharp pains. Dick was blinking his eyes trying to focus them.

Bruce keeping his eyes on Dick said in an all too controlled voice, “Alfred, go call Leslie and Dr. Mullins.”

“Yes sir, Master Bruce,” Alfred said as he quickly exited the room.

“I’m sorry, Bruce. I know…”

“Dick, this is not your fault. Don’t apologize for anything.” Bruce interrupted him. Dick was trying to stay awake but was having a hard time. Smoothing the hair back out of Dick’s face, Bruce’s hand moved over a slight knot on the side of Dick’s head. For an instant, Bruce’s eyes narrowed. But he recovered quickly trying not to let his “discovery” alarm Dick.

The painkillers finally started to kick in and the headache began to subside. Dick was almost asleep when he opened his eyes and said, “Babs.”

Surprised, Bruce looked at Dick and said, “What about Barbara?”

“She was coming to see me today.”

“She can still come and see you. Barbara asks about you every night. She’ll want to come visit,” Bruce tried to sound encouraging.

“I don’t want her to see me like this. Please Bruce, call her and tell her to come another day.” Dick’s voice had taken on a pleading tone.

Bruce shook his head, “Don’t worry about that now Dick. You need to rest. You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

“Okay.” Dick was too tired to argue and drifted to sleep.

In his dreams, Dick was healthy and energetic again. He relived some of his greatest moments and some of his worst. But through all of his dreams there was a recurring theme that he could not miss. Someone was always there to provide friendship, love, comfort, help, and security. He woke to find her holding his hand and talking to him in a soft quiet voice. Dick could not make out what she was saying yet. But he found comfort in her presence and in the familiar tone of her steady voice.

“Babs…”

“I’m here Dick. How are you feeling?” Barbara’s face finally came into clear focus and her words became understandable.

“Tired.”

“Well, it’s not like you’ve been sleeping all day!” she picked.

Dick smiled at that and felt like he could stay awake and talk to her forever. “You keep telling me I need to have a vacation. Does this count?”

“I guess it will have to. Although, I thought somewhere like, oh I don’t know, the Bahamas or even the California coast would be a better choice than Wayne Manor!”

“Don’t tell Bruce.”

“What Bruce doesn’t know won’t hurt him! He needs a vacation too. Maybe one day, you two can find some time to get away. Leave Robin in charge. He gets pampered too much as it is.” Barbara gave a little sigh. “Then again, poor kid has a lot on his plate right now. Or seems to anyway. Do you know that little squirt still doesn’t open up to me? It’s not like I can’t figure out who he really is if I wanted to.”

“He likes his privacy…however, he doesn’t really respect anybody else’s. It would serve him right for someone to figure out his secret like he did mine and Bruce’s.”

“Has Robin been to see you?”

“Oh yeah, he comes in every night before he takes off to chase the Joker or Mr. Freeze or whoever has broken out of Arkham.” Dick yawned and started to sit up stretching a bit. “I feel better. Do you think Alfred and Bruce will let me get up and get dressed?”

Alfred seemed to appear out of nowhere and said, “Ah, Master Dick, I can see you have decided to wake up.”

“Yeah, Alfred. I think I’m ready to get up and move now.” Dick gave the older man a hopeful look.

“Miss Gordon, if you would please excuse us for a little bit? I shall have Master Dick meet you in the living room shortly. You will find refreshments on the coffee table next to the remote for the TV.”

“Thanks Alfred! See you in a bit, Dick.” Barbara rolled herself out of the room and down the hall. She entered the large living area and made her way to the coffee table in front of the huge big screen TV. Sitting alone, Barbara stared down at the tray of cookies and coke Alfred had prepared.

“A penny for your thoughts.”

Barbara jumped and looked up to see Bruce standing in the doorway. “I think you can afford more than a penny, Mister Wayne,” Barbara stated in a dramatic air.

“Only if the product is worth more than that amount, Miss Gordon,” Bruce smirked.

“Where do you come up with all those snobby rich boy lines?” Barbara asked exasperatedly.

Bruce just gave his half-grin and shrugged his shoulders. He walked over and sat down on the couch near Barbara. “Thank you for coming today. Dick needs…friends right now. He needs you, Barbara,” Bruce spoke with great sincerity.

“Anytime Bruce,” Barbara said quietly. A few minutes of silence ticked by before Barbara spoke again. “God, Bruce. He looks so weak. So frail. I didn’t realize how bad…” Barbara could not finish through the sobs that tore at her throat.

“I know, Barbara,” Bruce hesitated and then reached over awkwardly placing an arm around Barbara’s hunched form. “But we have to be strong for him. We cannot let him see us fall apart. He needs our strength to help him be strong.” Bruce sighed deeply and lifted Barbara’s chin up so that she was looking in his eyes.

Those haunted and tired eyes, Barbara thought. How long has it been since you allowed yourself a peaceful night’s sleep, Bruce?

Continuing to hold her eyes with his own, Bruce said, “Barbara, I need your help. I cannot be strong by myself. Will you be strong too? For Dick?”

Barbara nodded mutely wiping the tears from her eyes. Bruce bent his head and sighed again. Both sat trapped in his and her own thoughts for what seemed like an eternity. Bruce finally reached over and took a cookie from the tray.

“You know like Alfred always says, ‘Life is like a batch of cookies…” Bruce said doing his best Forrest Gump impersonation.

Barbara stifled a giggle. She picked up a cookie of her own and added, “You never know how many chocolate chips you’ll get.”

Bruce laughed and said, “That’s a good one!”

Dick walked into the room with Alfred at his side, “What’s so funny?”

“Bruce is trying to quote movies again,” Barbara said rolling her eyes. “He just never seems to get it quite right.”

“Really sir! I should think that a man of your many talents could find other means of entertaining our guests,” Alfred stated dryly.

“I suppose you would be more inclined to hear my Shakespearean quotes?” Bruce questioned.

“As I recall, the last time you attempted to quote Shakespeare, you had the witches in Mac Beth brewing a love potion for Romeo,” Alfred pointed out.

Dick and Barbara exchanged glances that spoke volumes. Dick’s eyes seemed to ask, Do you want to get out of this stuffy old mansion? And Barbara’s eyes answered back, How soon can we get away?

“Um…so Babs, what movie was it that you wanted to see?” Dick asked suddenly.

“Oh, you know the one about that superhero team of mutants? I think it’s the Y-Men,” Barbara answered.

“Mutants?” Bruce gave Barbara an odd look.

“Yeah, comic book heroes. But the special effects are suppose to be really awesome,” Dick exclaimed.

“Do you really think it wise to venture out after your episode this morning, Master Dick?” Alfred inquired.

“Leslie did say to take it easy when I talked to her today. She said that you may be overexerting yourself,” Bruce warned.

“Overexerting myself? Bruce, all I do is lay around day in and day out. I’m bored out of my mind! I’m tired of just sitting here doing nothing,” Dick shook his head in aggravation.

“Maybe we should just go rent a movie and bring it back,” Barbara suggested.

“Oh and now you’re siding with them? Maybe I should just go back to my room and sleep another 24 hours away,” Dick snarled.

Barbara blinked in surprise. This man that was standing in front of her was not the Dick Grayson she knew and loved. Looking over at Bruce, Barbara saw the shock and concern in his face as well. “Dick, I’m not siding with anyone. I’m only suggesting that…”

“You’re only suggesting that I be a good little boy and follow orders! I’m tired of orders! That’s all anyone ever does is just order me around like I’m a child,” Dick’s voice rose to almost a scream.

“If the shoe fits,” Alfred muttered. He was appalled at Dick’s behavior. Dick had not acted out in this manner since he was a young teenager.

Bruce stepped forward and said, “I think that we all need some time to cool off. Barbara would you care to join me in the study?” Bruce started to walk to the door with Barbara following slowly.

“So you can talk about me?” Dick asked hotly.

“No, so you can calm down and think rationally. I thought you may like some time alone,” Bruce never once turned around. He walked out the door and down the hall to the study. Barbara turned and looked at Dick. She tried to give him an encouraging smile, but failed miserably as a single tear rolled down her cheek. Then she was gone. Alfred picked up the tray of treats and left the room shutting the door behind him.

In the study, Barbara broke down. She sat huddled over with tears streaming down her face. Dick had never treated her harshly before. His whole demeanor had been altered. One minute he was joking and the next he was going berserk. Bruce walked over and knelt down beside her. He held her for a long time. Finally, Bruce gently pushed Barbara back so he could look her in the eyes. After wiping the tears from her face, Barbara made eye contact with Bruce. She was shocked by what she saw. Bruce’s eyes actually were red with unshed tears.

“Barbara, Leslie warned me about this. I didn’t think to tell you because it hadn’t happened and I was hoping it wouldn’t. But Dick’s medication and his condition can alter his personality. He has a tendency to have mood swings, some more severe than others. I’m sorry, Barbara. I should have warned you…I just didn’t think…” Bruce trailed off.

“It’s okay, Bruce. You didn’t know he would blow up like that. It’s just something we’ll have to deal with. You did the right thing…walking away. If I hadn’t been so shocked, I would have been tempted to shout back,” Barbara tried to sound encouraging. She wanted Bruce to feel like he was doing a good job with a horrible situation, one that was tearing him up inside.

After everyone had left him alone, Dick sat down exhausted and confused on the couch. The anger which had raged through him just moments before began to dissipate at a rapid pace.

What’s wrong with me? Dick thought. Why did I just do that to Babs? Bruce and Alfred, too!

Standing up, Dick had the sudden urge to leave the confines of Wayne Manor. He walked to the door everyone else had just exited. But as he reached out to turn the knob, Dick changed his mind and his direction. Wishing to avoid hurting those he loved the most any more that evening, Dick walked through the French doors leading out to the expansive lawn of the Wayne estate.

He picked his way through the garden that Alfred so carefully guarded. Dick ambled around the winding maze of hedges and flowers. Suddenly, Dick ducked through a small opening in one of the hedges. Inside was a small hidden opening just big enough for Dick to lie down on his back and look up at the stars. This hidden place had been the closest thing to a clubhouse in Dick’s childhood days at Wayne Manor. His visits had become rare, as he grew older. In fact his last visit had been the night he decided to leave Wayne Manor after Batman had fired Robin.

Alfred must have kept the opening trimmed back, Dick smiled at the thought. Giving a heavy sigh, Dick gazed up at the sparkling stars in the black sky. He closed his eyes shut against the dull pain that was, yet again, beginning to throb in his head.

Grayson, you’re dying and there is nothing you can do about it. Dick felt the tears of self-pity and frustration come racing on the heels of his melancholy thoughts. He allowed himself to cry softly.

“Bruce, it’s getting late. I think I’ll just go on home. Do you think it will be okay to say goodbye to Dick? I mean, has he had time to cool down?” Barbara asked hesitantly.

“There’s only one way to find out,” Bruce said moving to open the door. Barbara and Bruce went to the living room.

“Dick, Barbara’s leaving and …” Bruce stopped and glanced around the empty room. His eyes rested on the open French doors. Quickly walking over to the exit, he called out, “Dick?”

“Where did he go?” Barbara wondered aloud.

“Maybe to be alone and think rationally.”

Bruce and Barbara turned to face Alfred as he continued, “After all Master Bruce, that was your suggestion.”

“I didn’t mean for him to leave,” Bruce said defensively.

Alfred smiled sadly, “Oh, I doubt he left the grounds, sir. I imagine his is just visiting his hidden place.”

“Oh,” Bruce looked back over his shoulder toward the garden.

“His what?” Barbara questioned.

“Somewhere Master Dick goes to be alone and think. I am not at liberty to discuss its specific location,” Alfred explained.

He ‘is’ more like Bruce than he’ll ever admit! Barbara thought as she mentally shook her head. Apparently Dick had a ‘cave’ of his very own.

Bruce watched from the steps of Wayne Manor as Barbara’s taillights disappeared through the big iron gate at the end of the drive. A crisp wind blew strands of black hair across his forehead. He gave an involuntary shudder against the coldness that whipped around him. Without turning around, Bruce spoke.

“Alfred, it’s cold.”

“Yes, Master Bruce.”

“I don’t want him to be cold, Alfred.”

“I’ll get a blanket, sir.”

Alfred retreated into the house while Bruce stood still and continued to stare down the long spacious drive. He felt drained of all energy. The stress of the constant worry Dick’s condition placed on his mind was wearing down Bruce’s defenses.

Maybe I should take Dick out of the Manor tomorrow. He needs to get away for a while, Bruce decided. Deep in thought, he jumped slightly as he felt something warm slip around his shoulders.

“Thanks Alfred,” Bruce said turning to face the older man. Bruce shrugged into the jacket Alfred had placed around him and then reached out his hands. Alfred pressed the soft folds of thick cloth in Bruce’s arms. Looking down at the neatly folded quilt, Bruce gave a sad half-smile. The old homemade quilt was one of the few personal items that had accompanied a very young Dick Grayson to Wayne Manor so many years ago. Bruce hugged the soft warmth to his chest and began to walk to the garden. When Bruce reached the small entrance to Dick’s hidden place, he hesitated unsure how to approach the young man who was like a son to him.

“It’s okay, Bruce. I’m through being a big butt,” Dick’s muffled voice came from inside the shrubbery. Bruce crawled on all fours in order to enter the cramped space and sit down beside Dick.

Bruce kept his eyes on the ground as he handed Dick the quilt and said, “Alfred thought you might be cold.”

Dick managed a look of amusement. He knew that Bruce was the one who had actually been concerned about his body temperature. “I’ll have to remember to thank ‘Alfred.’ He has done so much for me lately…like putting up with my stupid attitude.”

“Dick, it’s okay. You’ve got so much going on…”

“No, Bruce,” Dick interrupted. “I don’t know what got into me earlier, but there is no excuse for it. I’m sorry. I promise to do better.”

Bruce reached over and gripped Dick’s shoulders applying a gentle pressure. “Dick, you are doing fine.”

“Then why do I feel like a failure?” Dick’s tortured eyes stared into Bruce’s.

“I don’t know. Because you are nowhere even close to a failure…Dick, as a young boy, you watched as the two most important people in your life died, you were then shoved into a prison for juvenile delinquents and survived unspeakable violence. And still when you came here, you were innocent and strong enough to be human for both of us.”

Dick opened his mouth to protest, but Bruce kept going. “Without you coming into my life, I would be dead. There is no doubt in my mind. I would have died a long time ago if you had not been there to keep me sane.” Bruce looked Dick straight in the eye and made sure he stressed each word as he said, “Dick, you cannot be a failure. You are my only true success.”

Dick’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Bruce. “You don’t mean that. You’re just humoring me because I’m dying.”

“No! Don’t you dare give up on me! And I would never lie to you like that. Don’t you know me better?” Bruce questioned in a hurt voice.

Silence reigned for almost a full minute. Bruce began moving to leave. Dick reached out and grabbed Bruce’s arm. “I’m sorry, Bruce. I didn’t mean to hurt you again…I won’t give up. I’ll fight for you.”

Bruce looked back and shook his head, “No Dick. This is not about me. You must decide to fight for you.” With that said, Bruce was gone.

Dick sat and thought about the conversation that had just taken place. Why had he given up? He was a survivor. He could not just lie down and die. No, he would fight until the bitter end! Bruce had taught him never to give up. Dick was helping Bruce train Tim to never give up. Dick had lectured Barbara time and again about not losing hope. How could he be such a hypocrite? Hidden away and sitting in the cool evening breeze, Dick made a vow to himself, his loved ones, and God. He would not go down without a valiant battle.

“Good! You’re up,” Bruce grinned as he walked into the kitchen.

Dick looked up from his bowl of cornflakes and said, “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Well, I’ve got to go to the office for a few hours. But if you’re up to a little trip this afternoon…?” Bruce left the half-thought as a question.

“Sure. Where’re we going?” Dick’s curiosity was working over time.

“My secret,” Bruce said enigmatically. “You just make sure you don’t over do it today.”

“I promise. I’ll sit in front of the TV and catch up on all the soaps,” Dick rolled his eyes.

“Sounds like you’ll have a good long nap,” Bruce waved as he walked out the door.

Later that afternoon, Bruce arrived home. Alfred met him at the door.

“How’s Dick?” Bruce asked hoping that the day had been kind to the young man.

“He is much improved from yesterday, Master Bruce. Master Dick is resting in the living room at the moment,” Alfred informed as he took Bruce’s briefcase and coat.

Walking swiftly to the living room, Bruce quickly ran through the plans he had made for the “little trip.” He stepped into the room that was dark since the curtains were drawn. The only light was from the flashing glow of the big screen T. V. Bruce quietly approached the couch that held the sleeping form of Dick Grayson. Sitting down in the recliner next to the couch, Bruce watched Dick as he slept. An amused smile spread across Bruce’s face as he listened to Dick mumble in his sleep.

After 15 minutes of unknowingly entertaining Bruce, Dick slowly woke up. He rubbed his eyes, stretched, and yawned. Groggily, Dick looked over at Bruce and said, “Oh, hi Bruce. **yawn** So where’re we going?”

Bruce laughed lightly, “You and that one tracked mind! Come on, let’s go downstairs.”

“To the cave?”

“No, the wine cellar! Where did you think I meant?”

“Guess I’m still half asleep…” Dick muttered.

Both men made their way to the Batcave. Sitting in front of the huge computer was a young teenage boy dressed in the Robin costume. Dick heard Tim’s voice hurriedly end a conversation and a blur of red disappeared from the computer screen, which quickly went black.

“Hey Twerp! Who’re you talking to?” Dick asked as he walked over to stand beside Tim.

“Oh…um…Impulse,” Tim’s voice sounded a bit strained to Dick.

Well, his voice is still changing, Dick thought. But all he said out loud was, “Young Justice stuff?”

“Yeah,” Tim nodded.

“Well Dick, let’s get suited up,” Bruce pointed toward the changing closets.

Dick’s face showed his shock. “You mean as Nightwing?”

“Yes. Unless, of course, you’ve decided on a new hero identity…”

“No, I just wasn’t expecting…Bruce you know I’m not strong enough…I mean, I’ve had a good day, but…” Dick stammered.

“Dick, trust me?” Bruce smiled.

“Okay.”

Nightwing and Batman emerged a few minutes later. Nightwing noticed that Robin was talking to someone again. But as Robin glanced over at the approaching heroes, he stammered, “Um…Gotta go Superboy! I’ll…check in later.”

“You’re not trying to hide something are you?” Nightwing questioned.

“Why would I do that?” Robin looked back all too innocently.

“Oh nevermind. Must be going paranoid,” Nightwing shrugged. He turned and walked slowly to stand on the edge of a sharp cliff looking down into the black nothingness of the cave. Standing there for a few minutes, Nightwing suddenly felt an odd sensation that something was going on behind him. He spun around catching Robin making exaggerated hand gestures to Batman, who quickly cleared his throat. Robin apparently received the signal, for his arms fell limp at his sides and he began to whistle.

Nightwing cocked his head to one side and was about to question his partners’ strange behavior, when Batman spoke up.

“Nightwing, let’s get to the Batwing. It’s time to fly.”

Still confused, Nightwing moved toward the aircraft, stopping once to give Robin and Batman an odd look.

“Something is going on. I’m not sure what, but I’m working on it. Be warned,” Nightwing pointed his finger at the pair.

“Batman, what’s he talking about?” Robin asked trying to suppress a smile.

“I don’t know, Robin. But you know Nightwing. He’s always getting these wild notions,” Batman shrugged playing his part perfectly. Nightwing glared at both of them, gave a small groan, and then climbed into the Batwing.

Conversation in the Batwing:

“Robin, I don’t care what you say! I’m not putting that on!”

“Nightwing is not cooperating, Batman!”

“I think I’m cooperating enough…”

“Put it on…NOW!”

“No, Dweeb!”

“I’m not a dweeb…Shortpants!”

“What!?! Why I’m going to…”

“Nightwing, Robin! Don’t make me land this thing! Now Nightwing, I’ll let you pass on the blindfold if you promise me you’ll close your eyes and won’t peek.”

“Alright, I promise as long as Tim wears my old Robin costume tomorrow night.”

“Batman, you wouldn’t!”

“It’s a deal.”

“But I’ve got a meeting with the Young Justice…”

“Too bad, Squirt. The Tribal Council has spoken.”

“Oh, shut up!”

The Batwing landed and Batman spoke softly, “Okay Nightwing, we’re here.”

Nightwing opened his eyes and looked out at the familiar setting. “The Titans Tower? Why did you bring me here?” Nightwing stiffened at the thought of his close friends seeing him in his weakened condition.

“You needed to get out of the Manor…Besides, I was tired of having to talk to Wally every night. Do you know he can ask 173 questions without taking a breath? And then expect you to answer all of them?” Batman inquired.

“Well, I never actually counted…but I really don’t want…”

“Nightwing! Being the ‘smart one’ in the family…”

“And the squirt.”

“Shut up! Like I was saying, as the one with the brains, I say you need your friends and your friends need you. Isn’t that what friendship is all about?”

Nightwing did not say a word. He just sighed and began to climb out of the Batwing. Batman turned to Robin.

“I knew we kept you around for a reason. I just couldn’t remember…” Batman trailed off with a smile.

“Why do I even try?” Robin complained as he slowly unbuckled his seat belt and exited the aircraft.

At the Titans Tower…

Nightwing walked into the large recreational room of the Titans Tower.

“Dick! I’m so glad you’re here,” Donna squealed as she ran over to hug him.

“Hey, Batboy’s here!” Roy yelled as he poked his head in the room from the kitchen door. Then eyeing the dark figure behind Nightwing, Roy muttered, “Whoa, uh…um, no offense, Batman.” Roy then ducked back into the kitchen.

“Who invited ‘him’?” Roy whispered hotly at Wally who was busy gathering drinks and chips onto trays.

“Batman’s the one that planned the party, you idiot,” Wally paused long enough to scowl at Roy.

“Oh…you mean, ‘he’ actually endorsed something fun?”

“Roy! Shut up and get out there with that tray of…what the heck is that?” Wally pointed at the neatly arranged black squares.

“Donna made brownies,” Roy said in an apologetic tone.

After staring at the unappetizing treats in silence, Wally conspired, “Give two to the new Boy Wonder. He’s young and will recover quicker than the rest of us.”

Roy nodded in understanding and took the tray to the recreational room.

At first, Dick was not sure he wanted to spend the evening with his friends. He was not his usual self. Weakness, mood swings, and painful headaches were his companions now. Besides, Dick had already hurt Bruce, Alfred, Barbara, and probably Tim. He did not want to add anyone else to the list. But as Dick began to visit with Donna, Roy and Wally, he started to feel a little stronger in spirit.

Batman and Robin sat off to the side saying almost nothing at all. For Batman, silence was not unusual. But Robin seemed a little intimidated, which Dick thought was strange. As the evening came to a close, Dick found himself wanting to stay. But he was extremely tired and knew he needed to rest. So when Batman and Robin began to act restless, Dick stood up and bid his friends goodbye.

“But we haven’t played JLA Monopoly yet!”

“Wally, don’t whine,” Donna admonished. “It was great to see you, Dick. We’ve missed you these last couple of weeks.”

“I’ve missed all of you, too.” Dick smiled sadly. “My…the surgery…it’s next Friday. I…uh, wanted you guys to know.”

“We’ll be there for you,” Roy answered as Donna and Wally confirmed by nodding their heads.

Robin was standing outside his changing closet in the Batcave fussing with the old Robin costume when a low whistle echoed through the cave.

“Work it, baby!” Dick called out as he descended the flight of stairs from the Manor.

“If you’re going to be a pain in the butt, go back upstairs. I’m not in the mood,” Robin snapped.

“Oh honey, that’s what you said last night,” Dick smiled.

“I’m going to hurt you, Dick. Don’t think I won’t!” Robin warned.

“Oh, come on Tim,” Dick said as he walked over placing an arm around Tim’s shoulders. “I’m only teasing. Can’t I have a little fun?”

“Well, only a little,” Tim smiled slightly.

“So what’s on the docket for tonight? Wonder if Bruce’ll mind if I play computer hockey with Babs.”

“As long as there’s no PDA,” Robin narrowed his eyes giving Dick a knowing glare.

“But that takes all of the fun out of it!” Dick complained.

“PDA?” Dick and Robin jumped at the sound of Bruce’s questioning voice coming from the flight of stairs.

“Public Display of Affection,” Robin said matter of factly. At that moment, Robin began to scratch his behind. “Man, these little feather things itch!”

“Thanks for sharing,” Bruce muttered as he moved to suit up in his Batman costume.

Dick walked over to the computer and sat down. With a few quick strokes of the keys, Barbara’s face filled the large screen.

“Hello Beautiful!” Dick gave his best smile and winked.

Barbara giggled and said, “And to what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Just for being you, Babs,” Dick said sweetly and ending with a sigh.

“Oh gag me!” Robin said with some irritation as he struggled to pull the green feathery shorts down as far as he could stretch them. Barbara burst into fits of laughter as she caught sight of Robin for the first time. Robin stopped suddenly and glared at the computer screen as his face turned bright red.

“Ain’t he cute?” Dick smiled back at Robin.

“Robin…why…what are you doing…in that?” Barbara managed between tears of laughter.

“We made a deal,” Dick answered proudly.

“The ‘we’ being Bruce and Dick. I had no say in the matter,” Robin muttered adjusting his cape so that it covered his bare legs. “Well, I’ve got to go. Got that meeting to get to so I can die the agonizing death of complete and utter embarrassment.”

As Robin walked toward the Redbird, Batman emerged and asked, “Barbara, what’s the weather report for tonight?”

“Oh, it’s going to be quite chilly. A mere 10 degrees is expected as the low,” Barbara grinned broadly.

“Whoa, baby! I think I’ll ask Alfred for a cup of hot chocolate,” Dick licked his lips. Then waving at Robin who was opening the door of the Redbird, he called out, “Stay warm, Squirt!”

“If I live through this low point in my life, I’ll get you all back. All of you,” Robin pointed at the three overly innocent faces.

Batman sat perched on the top of the Wayne Corp Skyscraper. He breathed the chilly night air letting it fill his lungs. Trying to clear his head of all the personal problems that Bruce Wayne suffered was proving to be a very daunting task. Batman had almost succeeded when a voice broke through his thoughts via com link.

“Hey Bruce? Whatcha doing?” Dick asked in a childlike voice.

“Just sitting here,” Batman replied.

“I’m bored.”

“Why don’t you talk to Barbara?”

“Black Canary called in on business,” Dick said dejectedly.

“What about Alfred?”

“He went grocery shopping.”

“What about all those computer games? You can play one of those.”

“I’ve beaten them all.”

Batman looked down at the city below him. All was quiet in the cold streets. “Tell you what, Chum.”

“What’s that?” Dick piped up hopefully.

“If nothing stirs up in the next hour, I’ll head home.”

“Alright!” Dick’s voice had that boyish tone again.

Batman smiled and shook his head. At that moment, the bat signal flashed in the sky. Not wanting to spoil Dick’s good mood, Batman said, “Well, let me go make a few rounds.”

“Okay. Later Bruce,” Dick said before cutting off the connection.

Dick sat twirling in the chair in front of the large computer in the Batcave.

An hour. What to do for an hour? Dick racked his brain for something to occupy the time. Frowning deep in thought, Dick looked around the cave. So much had changed since the quake. He wondered how much damage had been done to the deeper portions of the cave. With a mischievous smile on his face, Dick got up and headed off to explore.

Batman landed silently on the roof of the Gotham Police Headquarters. On soft feet he approached the huge spotlight that lit up the signal in the sky. But to Batman’s dismay, Commissioner Gordon was nowhere in sight. A strange feeling came over him and caused Batman to turn and look deep into the shadows on the roof.

“I know you’re there. Come out!” Batman demanded.

“My, aren’t we in a cheerful mood,” Huntress taunted as she emerged from the darkness.

“What do you want?” Batman asked cautiously.

“Just an answer to a question. Where’s Nightwing?” Huntress cocked her head as she inquired.

“Why do you want to know?”

“You have to answer mine first.”

Batman narrowed his eyes and gave a dangerous look to the young woman before him. “I don’t have to do anything. As for you, you are to leave Nightwing alone. Is that understood?”

“I understand…but that doesn’t mean I’ll obey. Where is he?”

“That’s none of your business. This conversation is over,” Batman snarled. He turned to leave.

“I’m responsible for that gang shoot out in Bludhaven last night. But it wouldn’t have happen if Nightwing had showed up like I thought he would,” Huntress called out to the retreating form of the Dark Knight.

Batman pivoted on his feet and pointed his finger at Huntress. “You stay away from Nightwing and don’t ever use that signal to summon me over a broken dinner date again. Those are two orders you best follow.”

“Just answer me this…is he…okay?”

Batman stared back at her, not saying anything for a long time. “For the moment…yes.” Then he was gone, leaving Huntress alone in the dark.

Dick had been exploring the deep recesses of the cave for about twenty minutes when he saw a light shining up ahead. He quietly approached the bright alcove. Suddenly, a loud clatter came from behind Dick. Turning quickly, Dick looked at the short man who was reaching down to pick up the tool that must have fallen out of the toolbox he carried.

“Oh, hi Harold,” Dick said with a smile.

Harold gave a shy smile and little wave as he walked past Dick and over to a worktable set up against the cave wall. The little man climbed up and sat high on a stool. With a hand gesture, he invited Dick to join him. Dick walked over and looked at the various tools and projects sprawled across the table. Drawings, maps, and measurements were scattered between tools and mechanical parts.

“What are you inventing today Harold?” Dick asked with a friendly smile.

Harold wordlessly reached over and opened a small chest sitting on the table directly in front of him. He pulled out the contents of the chest and carefully handed it to Dick.

Dick’s mouth dropped open. Looking down at Harold’s creation, Dick saw a small metal replica of a circus tent. It was amazing how Harold had covered every small detail. Harold had made the Big Top hollow so that he could set the performers and even an audience inside. There were clowns, elephants, a ringmaster, and jugglers. But the tiny figures Harold had managed to hang suspended in the air from the trapeze swings were the main focus of Dick’s eyes.

Dick looked up at Harold and said in awe, “You made this?”

Harold nodded his head proudly and then stuck a stubby finger into Dick’s chest.

“For me?” Dick asked.

Harold gave another affirmative nod.

“Harold, I don’t know what to say. It’s…beautiful! Thank you,” Dick said looking at the awesome creation of the silent man beside him.

Batman parked the batmobile. He sat looking out of the vehicle’s windows thinking he might see Dick. However, there was no sign of him. Batman got out and walked to the showers deciding to clean up a little before going upstairs where Dick was bound to be. Ten minutes later, a freshly showered Bruce Wayne exited the batcave’s shower dressed in a t-shirt and jogging pants.

“Ah, there you are Master Bruce. I was unsure of the shower’s occupant. Have you seen Master Dick? It is past time for him to take his nightly medication,” Alfred said with a glance at his watch.

“You mean Dick’s not upstairs?” Bruce asked.

“No sir. I arrived home about five minutes ago. I searched upstairs and found no one, so I came down here. The batmobile was back so I assumed you were as well. Then the shower was occupied, so again I assumed it was either you or Master Dick,” Alfred informed.

“Well, I haven’t seen Dick since I returned home. I thought he was upstairs. Maybe, he’s ‘thinking’ again?” Bruce questioned.

“Oh yes! He could very well have gone to visit his hiding place. I shall go deliver his medication and check on him, sir,” Alfred said in relief.

“Alfred, make sure he’s not out there in the cold too long. I’m sure Leslie wouldn’t approve,” Bruce muttered.

“Yes sir,” Alfred said as he turned to go.

Bruce sat down at the computer and began to go through some old files and organizing some new ones. He was about to call it a night and head upstairs when Alfred came down with a worried expression.

“Master Bruce, I’m afraid Master Dick is not ‘hiding’ at the moment.”

“Are you sure you’ve looked everywhere Alfred?”

“Yes, Master Bruce. I am quite certain,” Alfred puffed.

Looking around the cave, Bruce gave a sigh. “Where in the world could he have…” Bruce did not finish his sentence. His eyes had stopped on the small tunnel leading deep into the cave.

“Alfred, you stay here in case he shows back up. I’m going to go ask Harold if he’s seen Dick.”

“Good idea, Master Bruce.”

Bruce knew before he even reached Harold’s part of the cave that he was definitely hot on the trail of Dick Grayson. He could hear the young man’s laughter all the way through the cave.

“Now that’s funny, Harold! You look just like him!” Dick exclaimed.

“Just like who?” Bruce asked.

Dick face went from hysterical laughter to shocked fear. Bruce looked over at Harold, who quickly pulled a Batman cowl off of his small head. Both Dick and Harold gave Bruce the deer in the headlights look.

Dick blinked quickly and reached over for the small chest on the worktable. “Look what Harold made me!”

Bruce smiled inwardly at Dick’s attempt to distract him. Opening the chest, Bruce pulled out the small metal replica of the circus. Harold never ceased to amaze Bruce with his skills. The man was truly talented with the work of his hands.

“It’s absolutely…beautiful,” Bruce said in an awed voice.

“That’s what I said,” Dick looked at the tiny circus scene Bruce held.

Bruce and Dick stayed a few more minutes talking to Harold and looking at the various projects lying around this part of the cave. Then Bruce said, “Dick, Alfred is going to have my hide and yours if we don’t get you back to the Manor. It’s past time for your medication.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow, Harold,” Dick said with a wave.

Harold waved back with that shy smile as he watched Dick and Bruce walk back to the main part of the cave.

After leaving Harold, Bruce and Dick walked back toward the main part of the cave. As they walked in silence, Dick began to notice that the small headache he had been nursing most of the day suddenly came in heavy throbs. He started to feel light headed and his eyesight blurred. Reaching out, Dick grabbed onto Bruce’s arm for support.

“Dick?” Bruce asked with concern.

Dick’s only response was a pain filled expression and struggled breaths. His legs gave way under him causing Bruce to have to quickly catch him. Before Bruce could really comprehend what was happening, Dick’s eyes rolled back and he started to tremble.

Oh God! A seizure! Bruce knew immediately. Turning Dick over on his side to prevent him from strangling, Bruce tried to think clearly of the best course of action. Then as suddenly as it started, the seizure stopped. Dick lay still except for the ragged rise and fall of his chest. Bruce felt Dick’s pulse, which only caused him more alarm. Gingerly, he picked Dick up in his arms and carried him the rest of the way.

“Oh good Heavens! Is he alright Master Bruce?” Alfred exclaimed as he watched Bruce emerge with Dick in his arms.

“He had a seizure, Alfred. Call Leslie and ask her to meet me at the clinic,” Bruce called as he walked past.

“Yes sir,” Alfred answered already dialing the number.

Gotham Medical Center

“Bruce?” Dr. Leslie Thompkins looked kindly at her friend who was staring out the window in the waiting room.

“Leslie, how is he?”

“Come with me, Bruce,” Leslie answered.

Bruce followed almost in a daze. Leslie led him to a small private room down the hall. She pointed to a chair indicating Bruce should sit down. Bruce gave her a guarded look as he took the seat.

“Bruce, Dick is stable for the moment. But I’m afraid we have to go ahead and operate immediately. The tumor seems to not want to cooperate,” Leslie said sadly.

“He was going to have the surgery on Friday anyway…” Bruce started with hope in his voice.

“But the medication did not help as we hoped it would. Dick is very weak Bruce. Surely you’ve noticed that,” Leslie pointed out.

Bruce thought back over the past two weeks. Yes, Dick had become weak. Had he been fooling himself? Hoping against hope that it was not true?

“What are his chances, Leslie?”

“If he can make it through the surgery and wakes up within 48 hours after the operation, very good. Until then…Bruce don’t fool yourself. Dick’s life is in serious danger right now.”

Leslie had agreed to let Bruce see Dick before he went into surgery. Bruce walked into the small room where Dick waited to be taken into the OR. As he approached the gurney on which Dick lay still unconscious, Bruce noted that the nurses had already prepped him. IV’s, tubes, and monitors crisscrossed his body. Dick’s head had been shaven as well. Bruce looked down sadly thinking how upset Dick would be. Dick was not that vain of a young man, but he had always prided his black wavy hair. Looking down at the freshly shaven head, Bruce could clearly see the protruding tumor. Gently, he reached over and ran his fingers over the bump as if he could wave the tumor into oblivion.

“Dick…Son, I wish I could take your place. You don’t deserve this,” Bruce said sadly. “I just want to tell you that I love you. Please don’t leave me.” Bruce kept his eyes on Dick’s face and said a silent prayer.

After a few minutes of silence, Bruce reached down and took one of Dick’s hands in his own and gave a light squeeze. “I’m so scared, Dick. When I lost Jason, I went crazy. But you were there to bring me back. What would I do without you? I don’t think I could live like that.”

At that moment, Leslie walked into the room. “Bruce, Dr. Mullins is ready. We have to take him up now.”

Bruce nodded silently. Then he reached over and touched Dick’s face one last time before walking out of the room.

“Jason, do you realize that this is so cliché?” Dick said in an exaggerated voice. “I mean, every time I have a near death experience, you show up. Then we take a nice stroll down memory lane and I end up waking up in horrible pain.”

“It’s not my fault! After all, it is YOUR near death experience, not mine. I don’t get to choose the subject matter. To tell you the truth, I would much rather be vacationing on a beach with a bunch of beautiful women,” Jason informed.

“Okay, so let me think of something original and fun. Think, think, think…” Dick did an impersonation of Winnie-the-Pooh poking his head in concentration.

“While you think, do you mind if I ask you a question?” Jason asked from his perch on a pearly gate.

“Why not?” Dick shrugged.

“Do you think if I would have lived and you didn’t have this whole guilt thing going on…would you have loved me like a brother…like Tim?”

Dick stared at Jason in shocked silence. “Jason, I might not have been around a lot while you were living with Bruce, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t love you like a brother.”

“Are you telling me the truth? Because you might just be staying here for the long haul this time, Buddy. And I would hate to have to hold a grudge against you through all eternity,” Jason said with a slight edge in his voice.

“I’m not lying to you Jason…and what do you mean I might be here ‘for the long haul’?”

“Well, you’re not doing so well on the other side Dick. Your heart keeps stopping and you’re not breathing on your own.”

“But I can’t! I promised Bruce I would fight!” Dick looked around wildly. “You’ve got to help me find a way back Jason. I can’t leave him just yet.”

“Do you think I would be here if I had known the way back?” Jason questioned with a hurt look. “Dick…would it really be that bad to stay here…with me?”

“Look Jason, I would love to stay and hang around here with you. But there are people I have to get back to. People who need me.”

“I know…I just miss everyone sometimes. Waiting around for the Judgment Day by yourself can be kinda lonely,” Jason frowned. “But I get to see everything that’s happening to you and Bruce. I can watch and see it all from up here.”

“Really?” Dick looked confused. “How? I don’t see anything that’s happening on earth.”

“Well, you’re not official dead yet. But Dick…it doesn’t look good right now…at least not from an earthly stand point.”

Dick groaned in frustration, “I can’t die yet! I’ve got so much to do…so many people to help.”

“Dick? Since we’re just waiting around, would you mind if I asked you another question?”

“Go ahead,” Dick muttered as he stared at the white puffy clouds floating by.

“Do you think I’ll go to Hell?” Jason’s face was pale with fright.

“Why would you think such a thing?” Dick said shaking his head.

“I…you know that…Dick, I am responsible for taking a life. Not only that, but I was such an ungrateful brat. Bruce gave me a home and love…although he never quite knew how to show it. And I never once said thank you…” Jason trailed off into silence.

“Jason, you had a hard life. Even what Bruce and I went through in our childhood…it was nothing compared to your pain and grief. Bruce, Alfred, and myself pray everyday that God will love and watch over you. I’m sure He is doing just that,” Dick said with an arm around the boy’s shoulders.

Jason gave a triumphant smile. Both were quiet for a time, until Jason spoke. “Hey, that new kid? It was real funny how you and Bruce made him wear the old costume.”

“You liked that, huh?” Dick smiled back at the memory.

“Yeah, but I really liked how you put that itching powder in the shorts,” Jason started to laugh. “He kept thinking it was the feathers that were making his butt itch!”

Dick laughed long and hard. “Well, that will be our little secret okay?”

“Like I could tell him! Speaking of telling people stuff, Dick could you pass a message to Bruce for me?”

“If I live through this…” Dick muttered.

“Oh, you will for now. There’s a black tunnel opening up behind you and the doctors have got your heart beating again,” Jason pointed out.

“Wow! I knew I was starting to feel funny. Quick, what’s the message?” Dick said in a hurry as he felt himself being dragged to the tunnel.

“Tell him that I’m sorry and the answer is ‘yes’…and that I love him. He was the best father I could have ever wanted or asked for,” Jason called.

“Okay Squirt! And hey, I love you too Jason. Later!”

The steady beeping of a heart monitor was the only sound in the room as Bruce sat faithfully beside Dick. Three days had past since Dick’s surgery. Three days since Dick had opened his eyes. Bruce looked at his adopted son through tired eyes. The top of Dick’s head was heavily bandaged and his face was drained of all color. Oxygen tubes were inserted in his nose and several IV’s occupied his arm and hand. Bruce found comfort in the silent rise and fall of Dick’s chest. Watching the slight sign of life, he reached over and gently tucked the covers around Dick a little more snugly. Then Bruce began to speak in a conversational tone.

“Leslie came by earlier. She said it was up to you now. There’s nothing anybody else can do. So I guess whenever you feel like waking up, we’ll be right here ready to take you home.” Bruce continued to fidget over Dick. “Tim came by this morning, too. He said that after much consideration, he has come to the difficult decision to return to wearing the tights. Apparently, he doesn’t know you put the itching powder in that costume as well,” Bruce chuckled. “I bet you didn’t know I knew you did that to the boy. But you forget…” Bruce leaned over and whispered in Dick’s ear using his best Dark Knight voice, “I am Batman…even so, it doesn’t matter. I can’t help you. I can’t do anything to help you right now.”

Bruce walked over to stare out the window. Looking down at the streets below, he gave a heavy sigh. Reporters crowded the steps below. Somehow Dick’s medical condition had leaked out and the paparazzi had jumped on what was sure to be a huge story. Richard Grayson, former ward of multi-billionaire and bachelor Bruce Wayne, was dying of a brain tumor. Bruce had become concerned as he noticed the multitudes of reporters and photographers building up in and around the hospital. In the end, he had been forced to call the Commissioner and request help on keeping the media hounds at bay. Jim Gordon was being a bulldog of a protector too. He had set up guards and checkpoints throughout the entire hospital. Not only that, but Gordon was personally overseeing the whole operation.

“…(sigh)…”

Bruce turned at the sudden sound coming from Dick. He took two quick steps and was by the young man’s side.

“Dick? Are you awake?”

Dick’s eyes moved but did not open. He stirred and let out a soft moan. Bruce was almost ecstatic. Dick had been so “dead” to the world that Bruce was not sure if he would ever wake up. Leslie seemed to have lost that hope as well. But now, Dick was showing some kind of awareness.

“…Bruce?…” Dick voice was barely audible.

“Dick, I’m right here,” Bruce said quietly taking one of Dick’s hands in one of his own.

Finally, Dick’s eyes opened and he blinked hard trying to focus his eyes. But no matter how hard he tried he continued to see two of everything. Bruce noticed Dick’s struggle and said in a calming voice, “Take it easy, Son. Just relax.”

Dick seemed to find comfort in Bruce’s reassurance. As his hand was still being held in Bruce’s strong one, Dick gave a slight squeeze.

“Bruce…tell you somethin’…got to give you a message…” Dick mumbled.

Bruce knew Dick was on a lot of medication, so he thought the young man was still woozy. But he decided to humor Dick and asked, “What’s that?”

“Jason…told Jason I would…tell you…”

After the mention of Jason’s name, Bruce was pretty sure that Dick was talking out of his mind.

“Said he loved you…wanted you to know he loved you…misses you…” Dick’s eyes closed and Bruce thought that he had fallen asleep. But Dick reopened them and looked up at Bruce as he squeezed the older man’s hand tighter. “Jason said…he’s sorry…and the answer is ‘yes’…”

At the last part, Bruce gave Dick a puzzled look. “The answer is ‘yes’? What was the question?”

“…didn’t have time to ask…” Dick mumbled.

“How are you feeling Dick?” Bruce asked changing the subject quickly. He did not want to think that Dick had come so close to dying that apparently Dick had visited the after life.

“…feels like I’ve been hit by a train or two…”

Bruce reached over and hit the call button on the side of the bed. After a short wait, a nurse entered the small hospital room. She checked the monitors and then went to contact Leslie and Dr. Mullins. For the moment, Dick was resting peacefully. Bruce sat down in a chair beside the bed and began to think aloud.

“Jason said the answer is ‘yes’. I don’t remember…” Bruce stopped suddenly as he recalled visiting Jason’s grave on a cold and rainy night a year and a half after his untimely death. Batman had brought a rose to lay on the ground that covered his unfortunate partner. As he placed the beautiful white flower on the gravesite, Batman had said, “A boy found out my secret. He says that I need a partner…another Robin. I told him that I don’t want another partner. But he just won’t take no for an answer. Is he right? Do I need a Robin?”

“Oh, I remember now,” Bruce stated.

“What?” Dick asked weakly.

“I asked Jason if I needed a Robin. So now I know the answer,” Bruce said thoughtfully.

“…I could’ve told you that…” Dick mumbled.

“Well, we were not the greatest of friends at the time I asked.”

“…oh…sorry…”

“It’s not your fault. I was the one who kicked you out and was keeping you at a distance…Dick, do you mind if I ask you a question now?” Bruce inquired.

“Okay,” Dick sounded as if he was not quite conscious.

“Is he happy?” Bruce wondered.

“…lonely…he wanted me to stay…said it was lonely…but he sees us…watches us,” Dick trailed off as he gave into the exhaustion that engulfed him.

Two days later…

“Hey Dick,” Barbara chimed as she rolled into the room. Dick turned his head and smiled at the gorgeous redhead.

“Look Bruce! It’s my favorite nurse,” Dick’s voice was still weak, but he was growing stronger with each passing minute. The last two days had been rough. Dick kept going in and out of consciousness never staying awake longer than half an hour. At the times when he was awake, Dick would either talk nonsense mumbling about things from the past or seem fine except for the fact that he was extremely tired. But Dick had woken about 2 hours ago and was still conscious. This fact alone was enough to bring relief to Bruce and the rest of the “family.” However, the icing on the cake was that Dick was actually acting like his old self.

“Good! I was getting tired of listening to your whining. Maybe she can sit and feed you ice chips until your food arrives,” Bruce shook his head in mock aggravation.

“Oh joy!” Barbara rolled her eyes. Reaching her hand out and rubbing the stubble on top of Dick’s head, she said, “Peach fuzz is so sexy!”

“I think I’ll leave on that note,” Bruce said walking to the door. “Be back in an hour or so.”

“Bye Bruce,” Dick managed to wave weakly. Barbara continued to stroke the short ticklish hairs on Dick’s head. “Babs? You really think that I look good without my hair?”

“Hair or no hair, you are one hunk of manly meat,” Barbara smiled. At Dick’s wide eyed look, she added, “Richard John Grayson, you have no idea how good looking you are!”

“I could say the same thing for this gorgeous redhead I know. But then again, she never listens to me,” Dick said wistfully.

Barbara leaned over and gave Dick a quick peck on the cheek. “I promise to listen as long as you promise never to scare me again.”

“I won’t…at least not on purpose,” Dick answered.

Three months later…

Alfred hurried through the mansion to answer the door. He greeted the guests as they filed through the large ornate doors. From Clark Kent to Lian Harper, all of Dick’s superhero friends that knew his secret identity were present for this celebration. Alfred had “mentioned” this party to Bruce who had said that it was a great idea. Of course, Alfred knew that what Bruce meant was for him to go ahead and make all the arrangements. Only yesterday, Dick had gotten his clean bill of health. But that was all the time Alfred needed to plan for the dinner.

Alfred continually worked all evening to make sure everything went according to plan. As the last guest was leaving, Bruce walked over to the elderly man and placed an arm around his shoulders.

“Alfred, what would we do without you?”

“I am quite sure you would be capable of fulfilling all your duties, sir,” Alfred said dryly.

“Thank you for making this night special. Tonight was a true celebration,” Bruce said sincerely.

“Yes sir, it was. Thank God, it was,” Alfred answered with a twinkle in his eye.

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