The Bats: A Batman and Robin/ Young Justice Fanfiction

Chapter Ten

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Bruce sat on his office chair and stared at the wall, lost in thought. A few months had passed since the first day of kindergarten, and Bruce couldn't be prouder of his kids. (Well, you know what I mean :) Dick was a star student, doing all his work perfectly and never getting in trouble. His teacher was impressed. Denver, on the other hand, well, it has been a week since she had hit one of Zach's friends on the playground.

"Why Dennie?" Bruce had asked. "Why did you hit him? You know it's mean."

Bruce remembered how she had flinched under his stare, and how she quietly whispered, "because he was making fun of me."

Bruce had gotten down to her eye level. "How so?"

The look she gave him. The answer she told him. It was the reason he was now sitting quietly, holding a old picture frame. "He asked where my mommy was," Denver softly cried. "Then he said, 'oh yeah, you don't have one.'"

Bruce remembered how he was so shocked, he left Denver alone without another word. He couldn't say anything to her, he was just-

He had realized how much he missed Selina. The way she smiled, laughed, poked at his rib cage, it was all just bitter sweet memories now. He sighed and put the picture down. It was their wedding photo, but now it sat at the bottom of a drawer, never to be looked at again. He covered his face with his hands and say in his chair. He looked up when he heard the delicate knocking on the door. "Daddy?" The soft whisper killed the silence in the room, and made Bruce's heart hurt even more.

Soon little blond curls leaned against his arm, and dark brown eyes were looking up at him. Denver curled up in his lap, and softly she asked him the question he had been dreading.

"Daddy, where's Mommy?"

Bruce wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He sat his head on top of hers, "I don't know," he answered truthfully. "I don't know."

"Is mommy coming back?" Denver played with his rough fingers with her small, smooth ones.

Bruce had a single tear fall as he said,
"I'm not sure."

"Master Bruce," Alfred was standing on pint next to the door. "There seems to be a phone call for you in the, 'other' office."

Bruce stood up and put Denver down. "Why don't you go find Dick and you two can go swing on the new swing set you guys got?"

"Ok Daddy," Denver said but looked at him intently. "Daddy," she whispered, and Brice leaned close to her. Denver wiped underneath his cheek, and smiled, "don't be sad Daddy. I love you lots, and so does mommy." And then the six year old ran out of his office, the pitter patter of her feet echoing down the hall.

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"DICKIE! DO YOU WANT TO PLAY WITH MEEEEEEE?" Denver hollered as she ran to his bedroom. He was sitting on the floor with one of those trucks that turned into robots, the ones that Denver never could get to work. (Aka Transformers) He looked at her and shook his head gently, and went on playing with the robot truck thing. "Please Dickie? Just for a little bit?"

Dick rolled his eyes at her. "I don't want to play with your dolls again Dennie. We did that yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that-"

Denver sat next to him and shook her head quickly, making her curls fly everywhere. "No, I meant outside! Do you want to go swing with me, it'll be fun, and we can climb trees, and play on the swings, and pick flowers!"

Dick looked at his almost sister and she did that thing with her eyes when she wanted something. She did it when she wanted a cookie, or a puppy, or a gold fish, (she never got the last two) but mostly when Dick didn't want to play with her.

"Pleaaaaassseeeeeeeeee???" She stuck out her bottom lip and cocked her head to the side.

Dick ruffled her hair. "I'll go swing, but you can pick flowers."

Denver smiled and pulled on his hand. "C'mon then!"
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"What seems to be the problem Master Bruce?" Alfred questioned as the two stood in front of the large computer screen.

"It seems," Bruce mumbled as he typed in something else, "that the finger prints that were at the crime scene the night the Flying Grayson's died," he clicked on a picture. "Belongs to no other than Tony Zucco."

Alfred clicked his tongue, something her did when he was agitated, or disappointed, or didn't approve. "That's not good, is it sir?"

"No," Bruce growled. "It's not. There has also been a increase in crime in Gotham, and my package didn't come in today." Bruce looked and Alfred and sighed. "You can't get anything when you want it if it's shipped."

"Quite right sir," Alfred agreed. "Quite right." The butler then cleared his throat. "Might I ask where the children are, sir?"

Bruce walked over and got out a paper. "Oh, they're outside, will you go check on them please? Denver might be doing something she shouldn't."

Alfred cracked a smile at the thought that Denver was exactly like Bruce as a child. Never listened to anyone, had a stubborn will, and knew that they should have a say, no matter what. "Of course sir," Alfred said as he walked out to check on the two little ones.
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"Okay, I'll count to fifty, and you go hide. But you have to stay in the backyard!" Denver exclaimed at her brother figure. "No cheating!"

Dick laughed, "same to you missy."

Denver leaned against a tree and closed her eyes. "I'm COUNTING NOW!!" She yelled, and Dick ran off. He crouched next to the house, hiding behind a well manicured bush. Denver was still counting while Dick picked at the grass. But looking around he felt like down thing wasn't right. What could it be?

Then before he could turn around a rough calloused hand wrapped itself around his mouth and picked him up. He started to kick and tried to scream, but the person holding him was a lot stronger than he was. Before he knew it, his mouth was gagged and he was stuffed into a bag, afraid of what was going to happen.

Denver was still outside.

And no one could warn her.

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"38, 27, 49, 50! Here I come!" Denver smiled as she looked around the yard. She peeked under the slide, where Dick had his last time. But he wasn't there.

Maybe around the corner behind that bush! But no, there was no raven haired boy with bright blue eyes. She scratched her head and looked around the yard again. There! Behind that tree a tip of a shoe was poking out. Denver giggled as she walked up to the tree. "Found you!" She giggled, but then she stopped.

That wasn't Dick. This guy was ugly with a beard and a eyebrow piercing. That really wasn't Dick.

Before she could scream a different hand grabbed her and put something in her mouth to muffle any noise she made. The two men started to jog away from her backyard, to a black van that was parked outside the house. She kicked and screamed, nailing the guy right where it really hurt.

"Carl, can't we just take the other one and leave her here? He's so much easier!" The guy who had a hold of her asked his ugly beard friend.

"No!" The beard man said. "We need them both!" Denver continued to struggle, trying to shake loose from the man's hold. But before she could, she was roughly thrown in to the backseat, and for the first time, Denver Wayne started to seriously panic.

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