Until marriage-Oneshots

Anniversary

Bruce's pov
Gotham, Wayne Manor 5 am

I was trying to sleep, but I always woke up sweaty from my nightmares. My parents died this day in front of my eyes. I still had nightmares about them, but it was much worse recently. 

At 5 o'clock I couldn't take it anymore and went upstairs to my parents bedroom. I promised Clark I wouldn't do this again, but this's the only way I could sleep well today. I lay down on the floor and turned to face the wall.

I woke up to someone shaking my shoulder. I turned to my other side to face an angry Superman.

"I thought you won't do this again with yourself. You promised" he said almost disappointed, but rather angry.
"I'm sorry, Clark. I had terrible nightmares about my parents, so I came here. I won't come here again" I said as I sat up and he gave me his cloak because I was shirtless. He sat beside me, took my hands into his and sighed.
"I'm also sorry for reacting like this. I was worried about you, but I'm glad that you're more or less okay" he said and kissed my hand.
"Yeah... More or less" I whispered, but of course he heard.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked as he cuddled up with me. I lay my head on his chest and took a deep breath.
"I miss them. I wish they had raised me instead of Alfred. Maybe I would be a better father to Dick too"
"What are you talking about? Dick loves you and you're a great dad" Clark complained, but I didn't listen to him.
"What if I made the wrong decision and let him fight crime. What kind of parent does that? I'm terrified he'll end up like me" I just whispered the end of the sentence. Clark pulled me closer to him.
"I kinda like who you are, but I know that's not what you meant. Listen, Bruce" he sighed and I turned around to face him. "He chose you and you said yes to him. Did you regret it?"
"Never, but I still don't know how can I be a good father to Dick. I wish I knew my father better. I don't have anyone to follow"
"Then just follow Dick. I think he's not a shy person. If something is wrong with him, he'll tell you, don't worry about him" Clark said and gave a kiss on my forehead. I burried my face to his shoulder and tried to convince myself about Dick and I halfly managed. 

We heard noises from the corridor. It was Alfred arguing with Dick.

"Master Dick, you mustn't go up there!" Alfred shouted, but Dick was already inside the room. He quickly closed the door behind him and looked at us exhausted.
"There you are! You didn't come for breakfast. I started to get worry" he kneeled next to me and hugged me tightly.

I looked at Clark hesitantly for a moment, but I hugged my ward back. Clark nodded with a smile. Alfred silently opened the door and came inside too, but didn't say anything.

That day we all went to visit my parents grave. I put two roses on the grave. Clark put his arms around me and Dick stepped closer. I put my hand on his shoulder and stared at the tombstone for a few minutes. Then I turned around and got in the car. The others followed me in silence.