Hey, thank you to everyone who enjoyed this story and let me know. This is a small extension, originally this was going to be a Teen Titans version with the cartoon characters but I realised this was laden with continuity so I transferred it. It's a might-have-been story. I try to keep as close to the characters as I can.
Disclaimer: I don't even own my hat. I nicked it from my big sister ;)
'Robin.' Batman's voice came clear through the communicator and Robin stared at it for a few moments in shock. Holy… what was Bruce doing? He glanced up at the other Titans, and backed away quickly to his room before processing at light speed the possible motives Batman might have for calling.
Was there any trouble with the Joker again? Was he in trouble? What did he know about? Why did he want to talk? He had made it clear last time he'd wanted nothing to do with him. What made him change his mind? It must have been something drastic but if he was calling to check up, why now? Why after so long did it have to be now? He had finally put some of their past behind him, he didn't have so many nightmares anymore that would make him cry out and he never woke the other titans on the rarer occasion when he did, but why did Bruce have to bring those back to the surface?
Dick felt raw and felt his throat dry. God, he hadn't know he still cared so much, but Bruce hadn't wanted him anymore. At least Robin had thought he hadn't. He realised he hadn't spoken yet, so he asked quietly, as if unsure this was really happening 'Batman?'
'How are you…?' Batman spoke tentatively while Robin's amazement grew. He swallowed attempting to get some moisture back into his voice.
'Uh… ok.' There was a pause and Robin asked quickly 'you?'
'Fine.' He answered impatiently, reluctant to think about himself at all. 'Look, Dick I-'
'I'm sorry.' Robin blurted it out as fast as he could 'I didn't mean anything I said and-'
'Richard,' Batman growled over the communicator to a stunned Robin. Bruce couldn't believe it himself. Dick had gone all this time thinking it was his fault when he was the adult responsible for him, who had ultimately driven him away when Robin still needed him as much as ever. He'd been too blinded by self pity. Batman put on his commanding voice, to reinforce the point, a voice he knew Dick wouldn't ignore 'It was not your fault. It's mine. I shouldn't have over-reacted; I made everything worse.'
Robin nodded meekly forgetting for a moment that his surrogate father couldn't see him, although it seemed Batman anticipated that as he continued in a soft voice 'I want you to know you are always welcome at the manor, Dick.'
'Thanks Bruce.' Batman barely heard the reply, and he felt a stab of pain as he realised how much Dick had been hurting and how he should have been there and should be there now, if his adoptive son would let him. There was another awkward pause.
'Alfred misses you at the manor, so does Barbara' Bruce informed him, hoping Dick caught the invitation. He should. He had trained him, a small part of Bruce thought dryly.
Robin felt an honest smile creep up on his face as he answered 'I can come by on Wednesday, if no ones busy…'
Bruce had several "important" meetings and functions to attend but they could be changed, moved, cancelled. No where near on the top of his list of priorities. Not when it came to his ward, his… son. He even would have to postpone investigating the latest whereabouts of the Penguin. Or maybe Robin would help. He might stay long enough. Adjusting his voice Bruce replied gruffly before finishing the conversation, 'See you then.'
Dick looked at the communicator in his hands before looking up at Kory and Vic who were hovering at his bedroom door. He bit his lip and turned away afraid to speak for a moment he recollected his voice and began issuing orders 'Vic I need you to take the reigns this Wednesday, possibly until Friday, I'll be out of town for a few days.'
'Sure thing man, but where're you going?' Vic couldn't hold back on his curiosity, their mysterious leader still held so many secrets.
'Home,' Robin told him softly, 'I'm going home.'
'How did it go, Bruce?' Batman looked at his friend wryly, but turned away to hide a small smile.
'Clark.' The tone was no-nonsense but Superman hoped he was being teased. Bruce didn't seem to be in a bad mood. The man of steel had learnt to judge how his friend was feeling merely by the subtle inclinations of his head or whether he had stooped his shoulders. The maintenance of their friendship cost a lot of time and effort, but it was worth it for the rare moments Bruce allowed him to see the raw compassion and deep caring that he was so desperate to hide from the world. It had a tendency to help Clark always renew his hope in people, that despite everything, deep down, people always had good in them. And love.
They were standing in the observation platform of the watchtower, both admiring the view of their home planet. Although given the chance Bruce would most likely deny any such involvement. Clark moved next to Batman and half thought about patting him on the back before deciding against it. He didn't want to be impaled on kryptonite thank you very much. He concluded it was probably best for Bruce to continue the conversation.
'He came to Gotham yesterday.' Batman stated, glancing at the blue Boy Scout.
'Staying long?' Clark tried to take on a conversational tone.
'A couple of days,' Bruce sounded disappointed, with his hearing he detected the ever so slight wavering of his voice, but still happier than Clark had seen him in a long time.
'It's a start.' Clark then realised if Robin was at the manor and Bruce was here then… He was on the verge of being horrified. 'What are you doing here, Bruce? You have an argument already?'
'No. It's fine, really.' Clark was momentarily embarrassed until Batman cleared his throat and glanced at Superman slyly. 'I was delivering an invitation from Alfred for dinner.'
'Oh.' Clark blinked in surprise then seeing Bruce's expectant and slightly bemused expression- he must really be showing his shock- he graciously and rather nervously accepted.
'He felt it would be appropriate as you are a… friend … and Robin still has a tremendous amount of respect for you Clark.' Bruce breathed in deeply, preparing himself 'So do I'
And I think Dick's Superman pyjamas are still in a cupboard somewhere…Bruce thought to himself sardonically as he made his way back to the Transporter room, with an awkwardly grinning Superman flying beside him.
Slowly Bruce allowed himself to smile.
There you go. I think I'm finished with this one now but I might write a longer story entailing these characters in their present continuity. Let me know what you think! And a thank you to all my gracious reviewers!
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By the way, the Superman Pyjamas line is a shy dedication to all those great Batman and Nightwing writers out there who manage to get the characters and the story just right.