The Bats: A Batman and Robin/ Young Justice Fanfiction

Chapter Seven

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The soft sound of snoring filled the bedroom, along with the gentle breathing that accompanied it. Denver and Dick laid on each side of Bruce, Denver curled up tightly against her father, Dick with his legs across Bruce's chest from tossing and turning. The three were peacefully sleeping as the sunshine started to poor in the window.

Denver slowly opened her eyes as the sun peeked in to her eyes. She opened her big brown orbs and yawned. Sitting up she rubbed her eyes, and saw that her daddy and Dickie weren't up yet. Denver bent over Bruce's face.

"Daddy," she whispered. "Daddy I'm thirsty." When she got no response, she did what was necessary. She poked his face.

Denver took her thin little finger and poked his cheek. "Daddy!" She whined. "I'm thirsty!" She poked his face one more time before gently prying open his eye. Still no response. Denver dropped her arms to her sides and decided that she could get her own water.

Jumping off the edge of the bed the little blonde six year old walked on the cold floor to the door. Her feet pitter patterned across the hallway, until she eventually reached the kitchen. Denver noticed that her granddaddy was no where to be seen. Alfred had always gotten her a glass of water if her daddy wasn't around to do it. But Denver was a big girl, she could do it herself.

Denver's blonde curls bounced as she attempted climbing the counter to reach the cabinet above that held the glasses. Her feet slide across the smooth surface, but she eventually got far enough so she was sitting on the counter. Happy that she got to her destination, she opened the cabinet and looked for the plastic cup that she always drank out of. The one with Olaf and Elsa from her favorite movie Frozen, which her daddy was sick and tired of. Denver saw it in the very back of the cabinet, but if she just reached a little farther...
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Bruce woke with a start when he heard the sound of something crashing. The little boy next to him also woke up quickly. Bruce wondered what it could have been, the worst possible things going through his mind, until he noticed that Denver was gone.

"Not again," Bruce mumbled. He started running out to the kitchen, with Dick close behind him. When they reached the kitchen, Bruce wasn't exactly surprised at what he saw. There was Denver, sitting on the floor, with broken glass shattered on the floor. In her hand was her favorite drinking glass, and Bruce could tell by the look on her face that she knew she was in trouble.

Denver waved sheepishly. "Hi daddy. Do you want some water?" Bruce looked at her with his own brown eyes. He sighed before picking her up out of the pile of glass and then set her back down, when Alfred came rushing in with a bathrobe wrapped around him.

"Good heavens," he mumbled. "Master Wayne I'm terribly sorry for not being up-"

Bruce waved his hand. "It's fine Alfred. Denver knew what she was doing," he looked at his little Bat who grinned back at him nervously. "Alfred if you could, please start up some breakfast for the kids while I check on some stuff in my... Office." He said the last part hesitantly, looking at the two little kids in the room.

Alfred stood up a little straighter. "Of course sir. I shall start up some pancakes and eggs, does that sound quite alright Master Dick?" Dick nodded with a ghost of a smile.

Denver walked over to the little acrobat and pulled on his pajama shirt. "You wanna play a game?" She asked. He nodded and she said, "you go hide and I'll count to.. to.." she looked up at her dad. "How far can I count to daddy?"

Bruce laughed lightly. "You can count to 38 sweetie."

Denver looked back at Dick. "I'll count to 38 and you go hide." Dick looked at her for a second, not sure if he wanted to take orders from a girl, but he ran off and Denver covered her eyes and started to count. "1,2,3,4,5," the little girl started.

Dick ran out of the kitchen and looked around. Where should he hide? The manor was huge, there were million places to hide. Not wanting to make it hard on Denver, Dick ran out and hide in the big room that the front door lead to. Dick ran and hide behind a couch that was located in the room and waited for Denver to come and look for him.

Denver opened her eyes and walked out the kitchen. She started to look around for him, and as she was walking out to the hall, the sound of a knock on the door got her attention. Her curls bounced as she ran to the front door. She opened it slowly, and opened it to see two women. The shorter lady had a black pixie cut, warm blue eyes and a kind face. But the taller lady...

Denver almost shut the door on the two ladies. The taller lady was the same one from the circus. "Is your father home?" She asked with venom dripping from her words.

"Maybe." Denver retorted. "But I don't like you, and neither does my daddy."

The mean lady's face turned red and the shorter one had to step in front of her. "Sweetheart is your father home?" Denver was almost about to reply, but Bruce came up behind her.

"May we help you ladies this morning?" Bruce asked, pushing his daughter behind him.

The short one stuck out her hand for him to shake. "I'm Ellen Timson and this is Freda Shrew. We're from the Child Protection Services."

(Que the evil cliffhanger because I have 6 more chapters for 6 different fanfic's to write)