Homemade Dynamite [The Lego Batman fanfiction]

Chapter Two

[The Black Envelope.]
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. "Master Bruce?" Alfred calls out as he opens the double doors of the main room of the mansion. He finds the man sitting in his bed with his laptop on his lap, mask covering his face and eyes red from the lack of sleep. With a sigh, the butler walks towards the end of the king sized bed. "Sir, have you been up all night again?" He questions, brows furrowed together as he observes the man's subtle movements.

"I sleep when I want to." He responds nonchalantly, eyes glued to his screen. Alfred sighs.

"Well, it happens to almost be noon." Batman instantly raises his head, eyes widened and his fingers stop typing on the keyboard. He gasps softly, Alfred, a bit surprised by his reaction, remains silent for him to give a verbal response.

"Is Richard up? Isn't that lady coming over for the lessons?" He questions, hopping out of his bed and putting on his robes again.

"He was up since eight, sir," Bruce grabs a random suit from his closet and removes his mask; he rushes into his bathroom to change. "He has eaten, bathed and changed too. Dick is currently having his lessons in the second dining room."

"I forgot to wake him this morning, was he fine?" Bruce asks, more calmly, as he walks out with his casual suit on, his hair a mess and eyes a bit puffy. Alfred sits him down at his desk, helping him with his hair.

"Of course he was. Though, he had asked where you were," Alfred combs through Batman's hair gently, humming. He doesn't usually do so, but he knows when Bruce becomes anxious - which doesn't happen often - he would appreciate it if he helped him with his hair. He doesn't think much of it, unknowingly comforting this man. It brings Bruce back to when he was a little boy, when he would get into fights at school. He would come home, throwing himself onto his bed. He remembers this dearly - his mother always followed him into his room and sat at the edge of his bed, she used to ask him what was wrong and comfort him when he threw himself at her for a hug.

The memories slowly comes into place, Bruce holding onto his mother tightly as she slowly plays with his hair, assuring him he wools be alright. As usual, he closes his eyes whilst Alfred brushes through his hair, a sigh escaping his lungs as his anxieties disappear.

"What did you tell him, Alfred?" Bruce asks curiously, his eyes opening again when feeling his hair be left alone. He watches the older man from the mirror set up on his desk, not bothering to look at his own reflection.

"I told him you were asleep." He says softly, making his way towards the doors. "I plan on making French toast for lunch, Dick's lessons will end at two." Batman groans and stands up from his seat, his shoes already slipped on.

"Can't he go back on Summer vacation?" Bruce follows Alfred out of the room, leaving his laptop open on his bed. The butler sighs as a smile grows on his lips.

"His school days are shorter than the average school day is, he only is occupied for five hours. And that is excluding his breaks." He explains, walking into the kitchen. "It's also no longer Summer. Bruce rolls his eyes in response.

"I'm going to greet that kid. And maybe his teacher." Bruce says aloud before he moves towards the main dining room, his lips twisting into a smile once Richard falls into his vision. He clears his throat, catching the attention of both him and the teacher. A large smile spreads across Dick's face and he hops out of his chair, rushing towards his father.

"Padre!" He squeals whilst he stops in front of him, his arms extended. Bruce kneels down in front of him and pulls him to his chest, a smile of his own on his features.

"Hey, Richard." He greets in his gruff tone, letting go of him slowly. Richard hums, making his way back to his seat whilst Bruce follows him, his hands in his pockets. "And you must be..." He trails off, biting his lip slightly. The woman laughs nervously and brushes a strand of her short, tawny brown hair out of her face.