This is my first FanFic so please don't be too harsh on this story but I want any criticism you have to offer and any things you did and didn't like. (Thought of this on the bus home from school)

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING

Robin just sat there staring at the object in his hand. He knew what it was and where it had come from. Robin sat there in the silence and darkness of his room, the only noises came from the main room where Beastboy was trying to beat Cyborg at his new racing game. Starfire could be heard humming down the corridor as she attempted to make the tower look Christmassy. It was only four days until Christmas. Robin blocked the external noises from his mind and just stared down at the object in his hand again.

It was an envelope.

Robin knew that neat handwriting anywhere... Alfred. The old butler he had lived with when he was living in Gotham. It was strange looking at the handwriting. It had been just over a year since he had left Wayne manor and he had not received anything from there until now. After that argument and he left he thought he didn't want anything to do with anyone or anything connected to Bruce Wayne. He was almost scared to open it, scared what it might contain.

'You have to open it sometime' he thought to himself.

Letting out a sigh Robin opened the envelope in one smooth movement. He pulled out a small, nicely decorated Christmas card. Opening it he read the content

Dear Master Richard,

I'm sorry that there has been a delay in contacting you. I wished to send you a card last year but Master Bruce was too stubborn. He said that you wanted nothing to do with him or me and so would not want to receive a card from either of us. He changed after you left. He became very serious (I know it is hard to believe he could become even more serious then he already is, I did not think it was possible until I saw it!) He may not admit it but he misses you. He feels terrible about the argument, he keeps blaming himself even if he never says anything I can see it in his eyes. Although you may no longer be in Gotham and want his protection he is constantly checking up on you although you may not notice it.

Even if he will not admit it, we wish you a very Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year bringing all your future with it.

Yours sincerely

Alfred and Master Bruce

P.S He is not the only one missing you!

He stared at the note. He felt awful. The day after he had left all Robin wanted to do was go back to Bruce and say he was sorry and hug and make up but he was too stubborn to do it. He hadn't meant to upset Alfred but he could tell by the letter that he had done just that and he felt horrible.

Why did he have to be so stubborn! Maybe he could go around there at Christmas and just say hi or something.

NO!

Bruce obviously didn't care about him, if he cared about him he would have allowed Alfred to sent him a card last year, he would have stayed in contact maybe just by... he didn't know, sending a letter or something. Alfred must have been misreading his Master's emotions. That sounded very unlikely because Alfred knew Bruce so well and was the only one who could boss the Batman around but thinking the way Robin thought made him feel less guilty.

Just then the alarm went off signalling that someone was robbing Jump City Bank. Robin Jumped off his bed and dropped the card on the floor. He ran out of his room to join the others as they set off to save the day yet again...

It was late when they got back. It had just been a few bank robbers, five to be precise, but they had fought well and had been difficult to defeat. Everyone was wounded but none as much as Robin. He had been quiet the whole way there, he hadn't retorted to any of the comments made by the bad guys with any witty response or made any puns about robbing banks and he had just sat there day dreaming on the journey back. He was distracted during the fighting and his mind seemed to be elsewhere. His team were really worried when he wasn't shouting at them for their mistakes. They didn't like it when he did shout at them but at least it meant he was his normal self.

When they had finally arrived everyone went and got something to eat while Robin went and sat on the sofa, he just stared out the window. The others looked at each other and nodded. Beastboy put down his tofu roll and jumped onto the sofa staring at his friend. Robin didn't move. He didn't even turn to look at him

"Um... Robin?" Beastboy said. Robin turned his head. Beastboy let out a wide smile. "good, your still alive. When you didn't move I thought you were dead but you moved your head and that means you're alive."

"Stop rambling BB" Cyborg cut in.

"Oh yeah, sorry. Anywaaaay! Robin what's up?" Beastboy asked

"Nothing's wrong" Robin lied. All he could think about was the letter. Batman was watching him and he didn't even come and say hello or at least show him that he still cared yet the letter said he did and Alfred missed him and – Robin stopped thinking. He didn't know how he felt about any of it but he knew he couldn't just forget about it.

"Oh come on Robbie! You're not exactly yourself right now and I know when you're lying!" Cyborg complained.

"Friend Robin, I have heard that talking about your problems is very helpful and may make you feel better" Starfire insisted trying to be helpful with what little she knew about her human nature she had learnt from watching TV and reading fiction novels for children.

"I'M FINE" Robin shouted and stormed off to his room leaving his friends behind.

Raven stared at the door her friend had just run out of. "That does not look like fine" she said breaking the still silence.

It was the night before Christmas Eve and Robin was just coming back from patrol. He still hadn't told his friends what was wrong and he was still distracted.

Something was off when he entered the main room. Beastboy and Cyborg were just sitting on the sofa, the TV was off and they weren't arguing or ANYTHING! Starfire wasn't cooking or trying to find out more about the human race or the Christmas celebrations. Instead she just sat there looking... scared. The only movement came from Raven who seemed to look slightly creeped out but otherwise ok.

"Um... Raven..." Robin stared at his frozen friends, "what's going on?" he asked.

"Your friend likes the shadows and the dark more than me" Raven answered

"Friend?" Robin asked with a confused look spreading over his face.

"He's really creepy!" came a squeal from Beastboy. Although his mouth had moved to say the words the rest of his body stayed as still as a statue.

Just then a figure stood as the opposite doorway. Batman!

"Robin" he said in his unemotional voice

"Batman" he responded in an equally unemotional voice. WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING HERE? Robin's mind screamed.

Batman walked from the doorway and headed to Robin's room. Robin, after many years of training, instinctively followed. He noticed his friends staring at him in confusion and shock... and cowering in fear from the doorway that Batman had just stood in.

When the door shut behind Robin he stared at his old mentor and his old mentor stared back at him. Finally after who knows how long, Batman removed his cowl and Robin followed suit. Now Dick was staring at his old guardian and Bruce stared at his old Ward. No, Dick was staring at his old father and he was staring at his son. Again there was a long silence, neither one knew how to start or what to say so they just stared.

"I haven't gone a day without thinking about you, you know" Bruce said breaking the awkward silence.

"Ditto" was all the response he got.

Bruce sighed and a small smile flickered on his face, "I knew what I wanted to say on the way here but," he paused, "now, I have no idea what to say"

Dick let his lip flicker up slightly, "then say the first thing that comes to your head" he responded.

Another pause.

"I'm sorry" Robin's voice trembled slightly when he said this. Bruce opened his mouth to respond but he didn't know how! Tears filled the teen's bright blue eyes and started trailing down his cheeks. At that moment Bruce saw that little boy he had adopted all those years ago. The little boy who had lost his parents and who just wanted someone to look after him. The little boy who would come into his room and snuggle under his covers when he got scared and the little boy who had been the only person (besides Alfred) who Bruce really cared about.

The strong man felt tears fill up his own eyes and opened his arms which the boy took no time to run into. Bruce hugged his son. He had wanted to do this every day since the boy had left. The boy shook in his arms sobbing over one and a half years of emotions towards this man out of his body. Bruce Just held the boy and kissed his head feeling the tears start to roll down his cheeks. Oh how he missed his little bird.

"You have nothing to apologise for" Bruce announced, "It's my fault we had that argument! I am so sorry"

Dick didn't argue, he just held onto Bruce as if he thought that letting go would mean that the man would just disappear.

Finally both of them let go.

"I see you got Alfred's card" Bruce acknowledged as he say the card lying on the bedside table. "I knew he would send one no matter what I said" Bruce gave a light chuckle. Dick stared at his father's smile and smiled back.

Finally Bruce sighed again, "look," he said, "I came here for a reason. Alfred misses you..." he paused and in a small voice said "I miss you," raising his voice again he continued, "We were wondering if you would like to come over for Christmas Dinner. Clark will be there as well."

"I will come if you tell me one thing" Dick said with a grin creeping onto his face.

Bruce looked down at him with a confused look, "What?" he asked

"Please tell me Alfred is cooking!" Dick laughed.

Bruce laughed at this. He was a terrible cook. He had been banned from the kitchen by Alfred for nearly setting the house on fire... countless times.

"I wouldn't dream of cooking!" Bruce laughed, "Alfred would kill me if I hadn't already succeeded by blowing the house up."

There was laughter coming from Robin's room. Everyone stared at the door. LAUGHTER! That man was capable of laughter. Could he even be considered a man or just a shadow that was 3D because that's what he looked like! And Robin... He had been so down lately, yet they could hear him laughing. His friends weren't sure if they were being attacked by that villain called the joker who, Robin had told them, had a gas that could make people laugh. The friends decided to just sit there and stare at the door waiting for something to happen.

It was Christmas day and everyone handed each other their presents. Everyone was smiling, even Raven, and they all sat and enjoyed their presents. They had a glorious lunch in which everyone made or ordered their favourite meal and they put everything on the table and shared everything and they even had crackers.

After lunch everyone was sitting in the main room watching random TV that was on... everyone except Robin. Finally a boy walked into the main room in jeans and a t-shirt. He stared at everyone with his bright blue tennis ball sized eyes. He headed to the opposite side of the room and reached for the door saying, "Merry Christmas guys, I'm going out, I'll see you later"

Everyone turned. Robin's voice was being used by a boy not in a Robin costume.

"Robin?" Starfire asked looking at the back of this boy. The boy turned around with his eyes gleaming towards them.

"Is that you?" Raven asked. She stared at him.

"The one and only" Robin replied. He thought for a moment and said, "My name is Richard Grayson but you can call me Dick. I have to go and see my family now."

He was just about to walk out when Beastboy ran in front of the door.

"WAIT!" he shouted.

"Um... BB I have to go" Dick said. Just then a car honked outside signalling that his ride had arrived.

"Why are you dressed like that and," Beastboy stared at his unmasked friend, "are you really THE Richard Grayson of the flying Graysons? Can you really do all those tricks that they could do and are you REALLY ward to the richest man in America?"

Dick thought about how to respond to these questions and then said, "I decided that you guys should get to know the real me. That answers your first question. And yes to all the other questions"

Beastboy's jaw dropped.

"YOU KNEW I WAS A BIG FAN OF THE FLYING GRAYSONS AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU WERE ONE OF THEM" he screamed. Dick laughed and walked past Beastboy and headed to greet Alfred who would be waiting at the car.

What did you think? Please be honest with your answer. Sorry, I'm hugely into bat/robin fluff (my favourite kind of fluff) hope you enjoyed :D