Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

Making up for doing Alfred dirty

Special thanks to Blizzardwing47, CloeTheTealSnake , Supergirl406,  wolflover567117 and Marie-Ioana for giving me their suggestions of what should happen in the story and helping me get this story out for this weekend

"What do you mean I can't go on this mission? I'm basically a member of the Justice League and this is a Justice League mission!" Dick exclaimed, folding his arms with a pout. The pout didn't strike home like he would've liked it to since Bruce just found it adorable. It was worth a shot since he didn't have much to lose. Bruce could never bench him because he'd just sneak out afterward. Unfortunately, Bruce could bar him from missions when he saw fit. This was one of the times he saw fit. "This is an adult mission. The topic isn't something I want you to see," Bruce explained. The younger couldn't really argue against that. Sure he wanted to be treated like an adult but he was nine and looked younger. Despite this, he continued to pout about the situation. "Think about it this way, you get to spend some one on one time with Alfred," Bruce said, trying to get him to stop pouting. As much as it looked adorable, he didn't want Dick to get into the routine of getting upset when he didn't get what he wanted. He'd read it in a parenting book somewhere. Although, he was pretty sure the parenting book was for 3-5-year-olds but that was neither here nor there. His suggestion turned Dick's mood from grumpy to rather excited. "That doesn't sound too bad," he stated, trying to suppress his excitement. "But you have to tuck me in tonight to make up for not bringing me. I hardly get to see them outside of work," Dick added with a smile. Bruce stuck out his hand which Dick shook happily. 

"Deal." 

After waving Bruce off on his mission, Dick turned to Alfred excitedly. He'd grown a sort of affinity with the old butler. He was like a grandad in every aspect except relation. He'd sneak Dick sweets when Bruce said he'd had enough and tell his guardian off if he thought he was given Dick a hard time. He spoilt Dick but he knew when to stop before he made him a brat. Dick liked that about him. He felt safe growing up with him around to stop his newfound status from going to his head. He'd rather not end up like those stuck up millionaires at the galas who'd rather die than shop at the dollar store. "So what's our plan of action for tonight?" Dick asked with a grin. 

"I'm thinking we start with a spot of baking, you can do a few jobs for me then get you in bed for ten," Alfred replied.

"I like everything about that except for the bed by ten bit. Bruce won't be back till midnight and he has to tuck me in. We made a deal," he explained. The butler chuckled to himself.

"Well deals are rather concrete and it is the weekend. I'll let it go this once." Dick hugged him in gratitude, almost knocking the air out of the older. 

"Thank you, Alfie, I owe you one." The older petted his hair with a smile. 

"I'll hold you to that. Now how about we get started on baking?"

"Oh, can we make cookies? Pleeeease," the younger begged.

"Cookies it is."

In the kitchen, Dick dug out the recipe book as Alfred prepared the utensils. The book was quite old and Dick took great care when he flipped the pages. It was probably just as old as Alfred and he assumed Alfred had been around hundreds of years ago. He flipped through the pages, stopping when he saw the page with a watercolour painting of the cookies. He then put the book on a bookstand. "Now since you're my sous chef, you're going to collect all the ingredients we need from the fridge then from the cupboard. Do you think you can do that?" Alfred asked. The younger nodded eagerly and ran over to the fridge. "Alright, we need butter, eggs, and milk. Don't bring them all at once. We don't want a repeat of last time," he reminded the younger. He had a tendency to bite off more than he could chew, figuratively and literally.