As a employee at Wayne Enterprises, on the very floor of Bruce Wayne's office, a person would immediately say the best part of their job was when a certain hyperactive acrobat came to visit. The kid had that special spark about him, the kind that you couldn't help but smile at.

The first time he ever visited, all 22 trusted employees of the 100th floor, home of Bruce Wayne's office, were given a stern lecture as guidelines were set before introductions.

No newspapers or magazines were to be present. (At the time, the press was still having a field day about the 'gypsy charity case' that the 'prestigious millionaire Bruce Wayne' had taken in)

No mention of parents (Everyone had heard one way or another about what had happened)

No mentions of circuses or carnival entertainment of any sorts (Might sound odd, but considering the background of the boy, no surprises there)

No swearing, or insults of any kind (Apparently, the kid was still learning/struggling with English, and picked up on these faster than anything else.)

No languages but English were to be spoken (Several employees spoke French or Spanish, and he would surely pounce on the opportunity to speak these instead)

No encouraging tricks or stunts (Keeping his feet on the ground was apparently an issue, seeing as how the kid was an acrobat)

No giving into manipulations (They were all given a brief warning about 'the eyes'...really? Was the famous Bruce Wayne being defeated at home by an 8 year old's puppy dog eyes?)

NO poker, or card games involving money (Because to quote Mr. Wayne's own words, "He'd clean all of you out.")

And finally, NO SUGAR (Although did not elaborate whatsoever, there had to be a story behind that one)

Things were surely about to get interesting.

A person often has no control over their initial thoughts about something; it's reacting, really, which is why what first comes to mind is often off-the-wall.

For this reason, Secretary Lindsay Moore was mentally slapping herself when her first reaction upon seeing the young Grayson wasn't 'aww, he's so cute' or 'seems awful shy', or even 'what am I supposed to say to him?'

No, it had to be, 'isn't he a bit short for an 8 year old? Wait, that sounds like Leia saying Aren't you a bit short for a storm trooper? Well, he's definitely too short for that too. Oh - Wayne is telling him to say hello - focus!'

Shaking that train of thought away, she smiled in a way she hope didn't look like a maniac, slowly starting to take notice of other things about the boy.

He was undeniably cute, with dark, messy ebony hair, a tan complexion, a cute little nose and lips, and long, dark lashes the framed the bluest eyes she had ever seen in her life.

Standing very close to Mr. Wayne, gaze cast downwards, and fidgeting with the black tie he was wearing, Richard (Dick?) looked quite self conscious and shy; then again, who wouldn't be when introduced to a room full of 22 strangers?

Richard didn't say much more than "Hello" to everyone in a soft, faintly accented voice before following into his office and closing the door.

Every employee there will assure you that absolutely, positively, no whispered conversation or gossip happened in the room full of 22 office employees, who just met the kid that was the biggest news headline of the year.

None whatsoever.

Always the one to announce a visitor, someone with an appointment, or a meeting, Lindsay knocked one the door of Wayne's office 3 times before cracking it a foot, and leaning around the door frame like she always did.

It took every ounce of discipline she had to not melt into a dopey smile at what she saw. Little Richard Grayson was on his feet and using both arms to try and beat Wayne at arm wrestling, giggling all the while as the older man was telling him with a grin, "Nuh-uh, that's cheating - sorry kiddo, this round is mine."

Clearing her throat, Lindsay spoke. "Mr. Wayne, the men are here for the Star Enterprises meeting."

Nodding, he gave Richard an apologetic look and asked, "Remember what we talked about earlier, when it was time for the meeting?"

Adopting his shy demeanor again, the 8 year old quietly said, "Ya, okay," before following the secretary out the door as people for the meeting filed in.

For 30 minutes he sat in a spinning chair in the corner, rotating round and round while dully staring ahead. Apparently, Carl, another secretary, felt sorry for the kid and decided to kindly ask if he would be able to lend a hand with all of his paperwork. Lindsay supposed it was nice of him to do that, giving the youngster something to do before he melted into the floor from boredom.

Maybe the pair was able to get a few forms dealt with, but all Lindsay knew was that after 10 good games of tic-tac-toe with Carl, Richard was comfortable in his present company, and chatting up a storm:

" -and Alfred, (our butler, he irons all our socks) is giving me more complicated English lessons cause bad habits I picked up when I learned it and he and Bruce are always bugging me about it, but I think I speak it just fine. French and Spanish are much easier; I don't see what the big deal is, cause English is overrated anyway. Did you see the 'no smoking' sign outside the building? Smoking is pathetic; only sissies do it, I just think if you are trying to breath fire you might as well do it right. I'm not a sissy, I can swallow fire, breath it, juggle torches, and twirl it on a baton, but Bruce won't let me practice my fire breathing even though I haven't set anything on fire in ages."

By this time the animated 8 year old had the attention of everyone in the vicinity.

" - so I said 'told you so', cause Bruce reads really boring stuff, and sometimes I try to help him with paperwork and he lets me make paper airplanes with the junk paper, but he's also trying to teach me golf once a week and that is so boring, I have way more fun driving the golf cart."

Richard paused a moment to presumably catch his breath after his long speech. Everyone in the room avoided eye contact with anyone else for fear of bursting out laughing - they'd never seen anything like the kid.

"And, ah, Richard," Lindsay replied after a few moments silence, trying to make conversation, "Does Mr. Wayne teach you to drive the golf cart?"

"Nah, I taught myself, him an' Alfred have suspected but gotta catch me at it before they can actually prove anything." He then took off his tie, proceeding to complain that, "Alfred says I should dress like a proper gentleman, but I am one, I hold the door for ladies and everything. You wanna see a card trick?"

Thankful that he did not ask to play poker, they watched in awe as worked impossible tricks with his cards that surely wouldn't have been possible without magic, but then again, what did they know?

Within the next two hours, he was able to manipulate everyone into playing a game of hide and seek on their break, (they were all defenseless against the puppy dog eyes, good gosh was resistance futile). Richard was the seeker and ended up walking in on Mark and Shelley making out in the broom closet; their excuse was 'we didn't think he'd be able to reach the doorknob', a remark that earned both of them a desk-drawer full of glitter that got everywhere... it was safe to say that the 100th floor would have a certain sparkle to it for weeks.

But of course, there was the mystery of how he'd even managed to get ahold of the glitter...

While Lindsay was giving Bruce a stack of 'important' paperwork to look over, Richard waited outside Wayne's office as the people from the meeting filed out. It took a few minutes before he came in, looking very skittish and uncomfortable as he took a seat close to Bruce. Noticing this, Wayne interrupted Lindsay to ask the kid, "Something wrong?"

After a moments silence, he kept his gaze on the table and replied, "There was a woman outside asking me questions."

Looking mad, the older man probed further into the problem. "What kind of questions?"

"Mean ones." was the eight year old's answer.

"What did you say to her?"

Sighing, Richard told him, "I called her a dirty wrinkly gross slimy old maggot."

"I see. And did you say any of that in English?"

"Not really."

As Lindsay left, she thought she heard Wayne mutter something that sounded like "probably best that you didn't"

An hour later, the 8 year old came running out of Wayne's office, a lot happier as he said goodbye to everyone. He was sitting on Lindsay's desk, asking her "What did the fish say when he swam into a wall?"

"I dunno," she replied, to which he informed her that what the fish said was "DAM!"

Not a moment later Wayne came out, carrying Richard's tie that he'd discarded hours ago.

"You took off your tie again," he scolded, but before he could say anything else, Richard piped up in his own defense, "But Bruce, I had to! It was literally seconds from literally choking me, I couldn't breath, literally, and then by eyes started to blur, and my life flashed right before my eyes, and just as I thought it was too late, I managed to wrestle it off!" He had been dramatically gesturing with his hands this entire time, and continued as he kept his story up, "I mean, imagine what would have happened if I wouldn't have been able to get the tie off, it would be all over the papers, 'Bruce Wayne's ward choked to death from tie tied too tight!', and you'd feel bad about it, and Alfred would feel guilty too, and I just didn't want that on your guys' conscience, and without me around, you'd most likely die from boredom, not to mention what would happen to Alfred if you and I were both dead, he'd probably die too from lack of mismatched outfits to criticize, so if you really think about it I saved the lives of everyone in Wayne Manor."

Amused at the kid's antics, Wayne told him, "I suppose you expect me to thank you for your selfless deed?"

"Well, you're welcome." Richard replied nonchalantly, walking next to Bruce as they left for home.

If you were to ask any employee on the 100th floor of Wayne Enterprises what the best part of their job was, they would tell you it was when a certain hyperactive acrobat came to visit. Cause that kid had that special spark about him, and they couldn't wait 'till he visited next.

Not my best work, but I needed to get something posted :) So here's a bit of fluff!

Oh and I turned 17 yesterday, and we ended up getting the best pizza I've ever had in my LIFE! Trust me, I've lived in Chicago, plus, 7 different states, so have tried a LOT of pizza XD Message me and I'll tell you the name and address of the joint ;)

So! time for a shoutout, which goes to KageDanza - Booyah!

See you guys in the next fic ;)