Dick Grayson sat in the office of his adoptive guardian telling anyone who showed up Bruce Wayne was in the bathroom. Bathroom meaning an emergency League Meeting. Dick sighed, he wished he was with his dad but he needed to cover for him. The two of them couldn't just disappear. Someone would notice and get the cops involved. That would get complicated fast.

Dick once again sighed, this time with way to much dramatics, and got off of the office chair he sat in. He was wearing a black short sleeved shirt and dark jeans, his black converse matching the dark sunglasses that sat ontop of his head in his midnight hair. He looked out the large window in the office, leaning against a filing cabnet, he looked out over Gotham City.

The place was amazing and he fought the urge to run out and jump across rooftops and save the people of his city. The rainy weather of the city was beautiful and gave the city a jazzy feeling. The tall buildings glowed with yellow from the lights inside. It was spectacular and only made him wanna run and jump and flip more. He yearned for the rush of being Robin, but right now he was himself. Another part of him he loved. The part his parents, his family had loved. The part that went to school and was friends with Barbra Gordon. He loved his life though it really sucked at times. He loved it.

The urgent knocking of the door broke him from his thoughts. He turned to see smoke coming from under the door. He slipped into his Robin personia and yelled to whoever was knocking "Get Out, I'm right behind you!"

The knocking stopped and he knew whoever was behind the door was running for their lives. He also knew they wouldn't be looking back, not till they were out of the building. He went to the door and put the back of his hand to the door, holding his breath to keep from breathing in the smoke coming from underneath the door.

The door was fine for now. He slowly creaked open the door as to make sure that he wouldn't alert anyone though he knew no one was there.

His mind raced as the creaking of metal reached his ears. He was quick to spring away from the door as two metal beams fell infront of his only exit. The metal beams were turning an alarming red color as the fire that began to consume the building reached it burning it to an extreme heat.

Dick's mind was racing thinking of any possible way to get out without exposing his identity to the public there fore exposing Bruce. He huffed, There was no way he could get out of here safely and not expose himself as Robin.

He peacefully closed his eyes as he heard the fires roaring. He was willing to die for his mentor, his guardian, his father. He was willing to go head first into his death, but he was scared. He didn't want to die just yet. He didn't want to die young like his family. He didn't want to leave his friends and his father, his new family. He was overwhelmed with a horrible fear.

He went to take a deep breath only to cough, smoke filling his lungs. He ducked, crouching to the floor where the air was still slightly breathable. He hated this feeling, this feeling of overwhelming uselessness. He just wanted to snuggle up with Bruce and watch horror movies, making fun of them like they were comedies.

He tried to breathe but coughed again, he was beginning to feel hot, burning. He saw the flames begin to encase the room he lay in so he army crawled over to the window. Looking out he looked over Gotham City.

The place was amazing and the rainy weather made him yearn for the cold it brought as he over heated. The tall buildings glowed with yellow from the lights inside. He vision began to turn fuzzy and the lights blended into the gray of Gotham. His mind stopped working and he could no longer understand the alarming beauty of his City. The fire licked at his skin and he wanted to scream out but only coughed weakly fighting to keep his eyes open.

His mentor would come, he always came. His guardian had taken him in to protect him. His father was there to help him, to love him. He would come, he just didn't know if he would come in time. He was in the bathroom. He wouldn't be there in time. Not then, not yet.

Dick couldn't breathe and he fought to keep his heavy eyelids from closing for good, just so he could see his city. He would never be Robin, never again. He would no longer get to be the friend of Barbra Gordon, or be with his new family. He would never get to snuggle up with Bruce and make fun of movies. He would finally see his family again, his uncle aunt and cousin. He see his mother and father, but he wasn't ready. He didn't want to see them again even though he missed them with all his heart and sometimes wished it was him instead.

He loved his life, though it really sucked at times.

Everything was going black around the edges. He was looking over his city. The city he protected with his father. The man he stood by and fought with. The man he was now dying for. He was willing, he's always been willing, to die for his father. He would miss living, breathing, loving.

The black consumed him as he choked on smoke, trying desperately to get air into his lungs. The world faded away into nothingness and his heartbeat slowed until there was just the dull fading thump-thump. His breathing stopped leaving only that one fading noise. The noise of the last Flying Grayson, Robin the Boy Wonder, Richard "Dick" John Grayson, Dying on the floor of the office of billionaire Bruce Wayne. The sound of the drum of life, stopping it's beautiful music, slowly fading out of existence. The sound of a boy, finally seeing his family again.

Bruce Wayne had just come back from using the bathroom. Batman had just come back from a emergency meeting with the team he protected the world with.

They both came back to see a burning build, encased in smoke and flame, hiding their boy deep within.

The panic that rose in the pit of Bruce's stomach was to hard to describe as he looked through the crowd looking for his protege, his ward, his son.

His boy was nowhere in sight and no one knew where he was. That is until he came to a man, this man had soot covering his face but he was freaking out telling the boy said he was right behind him.

Bruce's stomach did a flip and he raced up to the man. "Where did you last see him?" He asked desperation slipping into his voice. The man just looked at him, muttering under his breath, the office.

Bruce nodded and turned around, heading towards his car which secretly held his bat-suit. He was going to save his boy, he was always there for Dick and that wouldn't stop now. He swore if he didn't make in time a part of him would die with his boy, a large part. The part that gave mercy to the criminals of Gotham City. His City, their city.

He was quick to change his cape falling around him and his cowl fitting perfectly to his features as they were made to do. He raced towards the building making sure that the workers of his building were all out and safe. Once everyone was accounted for he ran, as fast as humanly possible, into the burning building climbing the floors one by one cursing loudly for how tall the building was.

Batman was infront of the his office door, knowing in his mind that his child was behind that door. He put all the force he could into his leg and slammed his foot into the metal beams infront of the door. They bent, already weakened from their heated state. He slammed his boot once again into the beams and they gave into his strength, letting him through.

There he looked around, just now placing a rebreather over his mouth and nose, forgetting he needed to breathe to save his ward.

He froze, terrified as Batman-No Bruce- looked down at his protege. The flames licked at his pale skin and sweat practically poored from the boy. His clothes were burnt all over and soot covered every visible piece of skin.

Jerking out of his shock Batman ran forward to the boy, not bothering to check him over till they were out of the building. He scooped the boy into his arms, carefully pulling his cape around the child he now had cradled in his arms.

He ran, he ran and he ran fast. If not in this situation the Flash would be proud of the bat, but now was not the time to be proud. It was the time for panic.

Though he was focusing on getting him and Dick out of the building, Batman couldn't feel the breathing of his child.

The back door to the building was pushed open and to Batman's surprise no one was there. He layed Dick down on the floor, and looked carefully at his chest. His stomach did another flip, there was no steady or unsteady rise and fall of his chest. There was no wheeze that would've come from the smoke Dick had undoubtedly inhaled.

He pulled out a small phone like device from his utility belt, pressing the large bat on the screen. In moments, sheer moments of pure panic, the batmobile appeared infront of him. He opened the back of said vehicle and pulled out a ventilator placing the mask over his son's nose and mouth and turned on the machine.

The slow rise and fall of Dick's chest would've been comforting if it was not induced by the machine forcing him to breathe.

'Dick please,' Bruce pleaded through his thoughts 'Your all I have left, please I am begging you, please.' Bruce couldn't look anymore, he let his head fall to his chest and listened to the whirs of the machine that was forcing air into his child's lungs.

Moments passed and Bruce began to feel a sense of failure and pure sadness. He failed, he wasn't fast enough. He wanted to blame someone, wanted to have someone he could physically hurt. He knew he had no one to blame but he blamed the league, he blamed the man who didn't look back. He blamed himself.

"I'm sorry." Bruce whispered. A weak cough reached his ears and his head jolted to look at the boy he had learned to love. The labored breathing of his son reached his ears and if he wasn't Batman he would be doing a small happy dance.

He took the ventilator and his son and placed them both in the passenger seat of the Batmobile.

The speed of the vehicle had them in the Batcave in no time and Bruce wasted no time taking off his cowl and rushing the boy into the small medical ward in the cave. The greeting his was getting from Alfred was cut off when the butler had seen his cargo.

The elderly man hooked the boy up to an I.V bag and heart monitor and began to check over the boy making sure the ventilator stayed in place. Soon the kind man had burning cream and a coldpress in his gloved hands.

He set the two items to the side and began to treat the burns. Taking care of the extreme marks first. The cleaning process normally would've been brutal but Dick didn't have to strength to scream. Bruce ran his fingers through his ward's midnight hair placing the sunglasses off to the side.

Alfred had tended to the burns the cream covering almost all the skin showing on the boy. The coldpress was pressing to the forehead of said child and the ventilator replaced with an oxygen mask. Bruce kept running his fingers through the hair of his adopted ward.

A white gloved hand was placed on his shoulder "Master Bruce, I believe it a good idea to go retrieve a change of clothes for the young master and yourself."

Bruce nodded mutely and got up slowly, leaving the room to grab a t-shirt and sweatpants for both him and his son.

Dick woke to the pain of 3 second degree burns and some pretty bad first degree burns. He chest ached from lack of oxygen and his heart beat pounded against his skull.

He fought the urge to groan and opened his eyes. Looking around the room, he sighed in relief when he realized he was in the Batcave.

He turned his head and saw Alfred there. He smiled when he realized the butler was resting.

He was about to speak when he went into a horrible coughing fit which had then startled Alfred awake. "Hey Al." He rasped smiled through the mask on his face at the kind man.

Alfred smiled back "Goodnight to you too, young master." The man took a syringe and injected some clear liquid into Dick's I.V making the young boy let out a breath. "Thanks Al." Dick muttered.

Alfred nodded "It is my duty Master Dick. Shall I request the presence of Master Bruce?"

Dick chuckled "Not if he's sleeping Al, I'm fine." Alfred shook his head.

"Alright Master Dick." stated the butler before leaving the young boy to his lonesome. Where he drifted off to sleep, thankful for the painkillers Alfred had injected into his I.V.

"Master Bruce?" Alfred asked gently opening the door to Bruce's room. The man was sitting at his desk, head in hands.

"Master Bruce?" Alfred repeated, making Bruce look to him. "The young master requested you if you were not resting."

Bruce bolted up at the new information of his boy being awake. He pushed past the butler and ran towards the clock on the wall.

When he reached the medical bay of the Batcave he saw his child looking at him with a smile. "Hey Tati." He whispered, his voice hoarse.

"Are you okay Dickie-Bird?" He asked running his fingers through the hair of his child. Dick smiled brighter and nodded "I'm fine Tati."

Bruce smiled too, despite the situation, and flattened his son's wild hair. "Why didn't you get out?" he asked as he looked over the horrible burns that covered the boy.

"There was no way out, not where I wouldn't expose me, expose you. I wouldn't let that happen." Dick explained.

Bruce looked down at the boy, this boy, a mere child, was willing to cie for him, die to protect his secret that he had now shared with his ward.

"Don't do that little bird, If your life is ever, ever, on the line do whatever it takes to make it out safely, do you understand me?" Bruce explained and Dick nodded tears suddenly springing to his cerulean eyes.

"I didn't want to die Tati, I don't wanna see them yet. They wouldn't want me to see them yet." Dick muttered looking up to his guardian.

Bruce carefully pulled the boy into a warm embrace "I won't let you die little bird, not anytime soon, not ever. Not till it's time. I promise I won't let you die before your meant to."

Dick nodded putting his head in the crook of Bruce's neck. He looked over to the batcomputer looking at the large monitor as if a window. He looked at the monitor and it showed a camera, a camera ontop of the now steady Wayne Tech. He looked at the camera and he looked out over his city.

The place was amazing and he fought the urge to run out and jump across rooftops and save the people of his city. The rainy weather of the city was beautiful and gave the city a jazzy feeling. The tall buildings glowed with yellow from the lights inside. It was spectacular and only made him wanna run and jump and flip more. He yearned for the rush of being Robin, but right now he was himself. Another part of him he loved. The part his parents, his family had loved. The part that went to school and was friends with Barbra Gordon. He loved his life though it really sucked at times. He loved it.

He loved Bruce and Alfred and right now, that was all he needed.