Robin was as silent as he could be. There was an odd noise coming from Batman's chair. A soft woosh of air then a deep sighing sound.
Robin stared intently at the back of the chair. He could see Batman's cowl poking up above the top of the seat and his cape and legs were visible beneath it. Maybe the chair was broken? Maybe that was why there were those odd noises coming from it.
"Batman?" Robin whispered. There was no response.
Slowly, Robin crept towards the chair. Maybe Batman had been replaced by a robot while he was upstairs! Robin's breath caught for a second. Then he shook his head. That was silly. Robots didn't make sighs, they beeped. Maybe it was an alien then?
"Batman?" Robin whispered again. Again there was no reply.
Taking a deep breath, Robin leapt towards Batman's chair.
There was no alien or robot. It was just Batman. He was sleeping. His head had lulled to the side and he was snoring softly. Robin smiled. "I told you that you had to sleep!" He teased softly. Then he was running upstairs.
He appeared a moment later, teddy bear and blanket in hand. Carefully he tucked the blanket around his sleeping father. Then, lovingly, he placed the bear in his father's arms. "Happy dreams, Batman." Robin whispered.
He snuck away to another part of the cave, cleaning up after the night's work. Usually Batman would have done that, but he must have been tired. Dick remembered Alfred complaining that Bruce hadn't slept in four days. He didn't know how Bruce did it. He couldn't even stay up past six o'clock!
"Superman to Batman. Come in." A voice said from the computer
Robin frowned. That was the Justice League's number on the screen. He looked at his sleeping father and crossed his arms. Well his daddy was sleeping! The League could wait.
But then the computer started this horrible buzzing noise. Robin ran to turn it off so Batman wouldn't wake up. When he pressed the button Superman's head filled the screen.
"Robin? Where is Batman?" Superman asked.
"He's busy." Robin said firmly. He crossed his arms again and tried to look menacing.
Superman just raised an eyebrow. "Tell him it's urgent League Business."
"He's busy." Robin repeated. "What's urgent?"
Superman sighed. Robin could be just as stubborn as his mentor. "We've found information about a heist. We wanted his help."
"Ask someone else." Robin ordered. He hoped down from the seat and scampered out of the cave.
As soon as Robin had moved from view, Superman's eyebrows flew up. Was that Batman? He was... sleeping?
Superman's eyes focused and a smile spread across his face. "Is that a Robin bear?"
It wasn't often that Batman was scared, but now was definitely one of those times. Robin, his little bird, had been hurt. Not just slightly hurt either. Robin had been nearly beaten to death by Two Face.
That was nearly two nights ago though and the boy still hadn't woken up. The moment Batman had gotten him out of there he'd brought him to the Watch Tower. They were doing everything in their power to help him, yet the boy still was asleep. He was covered in bruises and cuts. There was a large bandage around his chest and a cast on his arm. His ankle had been twisted. A bright purple bruise was forming on his neck.
For the millionth time Batman reached out to stroke his son's hair. The boy didn't even flinch. Batman did however when he saw the cut that ran from the top of Robin's head to his eyebrows.
