Until marriage-Oneshots

Robin

Dick's pov
Gotham, Wayne Manor 7 pm

I moved into the manor two days ago, but during that time I only met my adopted father twice. I sat alone again at the dinner table to eat the dinner that Alfred had prepared for me. I didn't want to care about it, but I thought we had something special and he trusted me.

The anger was growing in me from one moment to the next. I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped up from the table and went down to the cave. I had to talk to him.

He was checking something on the computer, but when he heard me coming down, he turned to me.

"Dick, what are you doing here?"
"Sorry, I didn't know I mustn't come here" I said sarcasticaly, but he noticed.
"Can I help you with something?" he asked kindly, but that made me even angrier.
"Yes. Maybe we should patrol together tonight" I said the first thing that came to mind.
"Absolutely not. You're only a kid and I can't put you in danger. You stay here" he said and I didn't even try to hide my anger anymore.
"I know Gotham as well as you do and I helped you last time too. You never listen to me!" I outraged to him. He seemed surprised for a moment then he was his calm and stern himself again.
"I know you helped me a lot last time, but there is a difference between spying and fighting. You can't come and this is the end of our conversation" he said and drove away with the Batmobil.

I wanted to break something. I haven't been so angry in my life. Why did I had to choose such a strict and stubborn guardian like him?

I stood in front of the Batman costume and wanted to burn it, but then a much better idea came to my mind. Bruce was only slightly taller than me. I took the suit.

Gotham 8 pm

I sat on his motorbike and I was looking for criminals to fight. I was a bit wrong about the costume. It was too big for me because Bruce was a much more better built man than I was. Maybe I should start to go to the gym someday.

I stopped the motor when I reached the dock. I knew criminals loved this place, and I wasn't wrong. I heard noises from one of the storages. I sneaked inside and saw Penguin with his henchmen and a hostage.

I looked around in the place. There were a lot of boxes and crates which I could use as cover. Maybe I'll be able to rescue the hostage alive.

I pulled out a batarang from my belt and I threw it towards a man, but I missed it. It got stuck in the wall of one of the crates. Penguin gave out the order to search for me. They had almost found me when the real Batman appeared.

He landed on Penguin and knocked him out. The henchmen pulled out their guns and started to fire at him. Batman grabbed the hostage with her chair and took cover. I saw him cut the ropes, but there was no way out.

I looked up and saw the roof beames above my head which I could reach with a jump. I pulled myself up on a beame and walked towards Bruce. I saw some large crates and threw them at the henchmen, only one remained conscious but he ran away.

It was funny as the fear appeared on his face and he ran away from me. I haven't been violent before. I jumped down from the roof right in front of my father. He didn't seem as happy as I was.

We didn't talk while he was driving us home, but I knew he was very mad at me. Maybe I did a stupid thing, but I didn't regret it. I want to help people and I want to help him.

He pulled down his cowl when we arrived back to the cave and I took off mine. He tiredly rubbed his face and then he just stared at me. I didn't dare to say anything because I'd probably have made my situation worse.

"What should I do to you, Dick?" he sighed and I felt guilty for the first time in our whole relationship. I didn't say anything, I just bowed my head.

Bruce's pov

I watched my ward in front of me and felt like I made a bad decision about him. I shouldn't have allowed him to move in here with me. I didn't want him to be like me because I couldn't imagine worse than that.

He looked so sad as he hunged his head in guilt, but it wasn't his fault. I already got a scolding from Alfred for not paying enough attention to the boy when he called me that Dick was missing. I've never worried so much in my life.

I sighed and pulled him in a hug. He was surprised at first (I was too), but he hugged me back thightly. We stood like this for a few moments before I let him go.

"So... You're not angry? You'll let me help you more often?" he asked excitedly. I thought about it for a few minutes and I think I found an acceptable solution.
"Yes, but you have to train every day after school and you can only come with me on Friday and Saturday evenings" I could barely finish my sentence, he almost jumped into my neck. He was sixteen, so he was very heavy.
"Thank you!"
"Your welcome" I said smiling and hugged him back.