His Lil Brother Part Two

Just a bad dream

Danny woke up in the middle of the night panting and tears running down his face like a river.

"Dickie! Tati!" He cried out in a small six year old voice. He hiccuped a son and crawled out of his large bed carrying a batman fuzzy blanket around his small body and the rest was dragged behind him.

He let out another hiccup sob and stopped infront of Bruce's door and knocked on it. No answer. He slowly opened it and walked to Bruce's bed sniffling. Bruce heard a hiccup and groggily woke up and saw a blue eyed six year old silently crying.

"Danny?" He yawned and sat up. Danny crawled up and Bruce held him his lap and Danny clung onto his shirt and sobbed into his chest.

"Hey shhh, shh, what's the matter Danny?" He said gently to the little boy who shook as he cried.

"I h-had a b-bad d-D-dream that y-you g-go-got really h-hurt b-by the m-mean a-agents, t-they s-shot you I-in the l-l-leg," he sobbed. Bruce stroked his hair knowing it wasn't a dream but a memory of what happened.

"It's okay, it was just a dream, I'm alright," Bruce comforted and laid back down and Danny snuggled into his adoptive fathers chest and held onto his large hand with his small one.

"I-it f-felt so real," he breathed and drew shapes on Bruce's palm.

"It's okay now Danny, we're all here," Bruce whispered and Danny's eyes grew heavy and his breath evened out and soon fell asleep, Bruce looked down at his son with sad eyes and stroked his hair as he as well fell asleep.