Dick and Bruce (Private: Slight and Diaperbuttwannabe)

[SlightPhobia]

[Yo! This was DiaperButtWannaBe's idea in which Bruce Wayne takes Dick in when he is only 6. Let's watch the adorable chaos unfold!]

The paperwork had been a nightmare, to be honest. He had lawyers-- he had the highest paid lawyers in Gotham City-- but there was still a lot left for him to do in the wake of the fatal accident that had killed Dick's parents. He still wasn't entirely sure why he'd done it himself-- Taking a boy in was insane, considering the odd second life he was presently leading. The Social Worker had brought Dick over... The movers had brought in an array of more boyish furniture for Dick's new bedroom... It still didn't feel right. The mansion was sterile. The mansion was decidedly adult. The mansion lived with the ghosts of his parents.
Bruce had left the little one some time to settle into his room. He'd left him with what few personal belongings he had so he could put them away. Even Alfred had been told to keep his distance the first few days soas not to overwhelm the poor little guy. At present, the presently un-caped crusader was hunched over his desk, squinting at a Wayne Cosmetics deal he was trying to close. He probably should have been checking on little Dick-- but that was the life of an executive. Surely Dick would find him if he needed to talk... Wouldn't he?

[Feel free to set the time! <3]

[Fluffybuttwannabe]

Dick sniffled, lying in bed crying. As soon as the adoption was complete, and he was taken in, and left alone, he flung himself on his bed, cuddled with Haley, (His pet stuffed animal, elephant) and began to cry. It was just too much for him, to much at once. After seeing his parents die right before his eyes, he just went into shock. He couldn't believe it, his entire six-year old world just crumbled. He then found himself taken away and "Comforted" by these mean ol' ladies who seemed to care more about getting ready for a date tonight, then about him. He just signed whatever papers were flung in front of him, wanting to be alone. He stopped listening after a while, but from what he got some guy named, uh Lace, Cruse, moose? he wasn't sure, had adopted him. He didn't see much of him, but from what he saw, it looked like someone who was grumpy and didn't care about him. He didn't know what to think. So, sobbing, he cried himself to sleep, still in his circus uniform, by the way, cuddled with his toy elephant. He hoped he could just wake up to discover this was all a bad dream.

[SlightPhobia]

Crying! He'd left the kid upstairs crying, alone. What a heel he would feel like when he uncovered that! He should have sat patiently on the edge of the bed and talked with the boy. He should have given him a minute or two just to cry about everything that had happened-- it would have only been natural. Maybe that was why he was struggling so much with closing the cosmetics paperwork. Guilt was a terrible thing. Tugging at his black tie, he loosened it with a sigh and closed the folder of his work, frowning.
"Anything the matter, Master Bruce?" Alfred piped up at just the right time, as always. The Butler, prim as ever, had brought in a tray that was presumably a late night tea for the master.
"Do you think...." Bruce began, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I think about a great deal of things, Master Bruce. I should believe I would lose my position as Head Butler if I failed to think," teased Alfred with a grin. "--I do," he replied. He knew what Bruce was thinking-- who wouldn't? Staring at his butler for a moment, the stern business man lifted a brow. "Best take this. Milk and cookies-- the best night-time bonding refreshment," encouraged the butler.
"...Right," replied Bruce, a brow arched awkwardly before he took hold of the tray and made his way across the massive home. the silver tray rattled awkwardly as he walked-- likely announcing him before he gave a tentative knock-knock on the boy's door. "Dick?" he called. Rather than wait for a reply, he nudged open the door and stepped in. He saw that the boy was still in his circus uniform... and that he was clearly not in a happy sort of mood. "Um... I brought some milk.... and cookies," he added, surveying the child's expression. Pacing to the bed, he set the tray down on the bedside table and eased himself to sit on the lip of the bed beside the boy. "...Do you want to talk for a little bit?"

[Fluffybuttwannabe]

Dick sniffled, hearing him come in. He frowned, but sat up to, sitting on the edge of the bed by him. "I'm fine," He said frowning, holding back tears. He didn't want to seem to be a burden to Bruce.

(sorry bout short post)

[SlightPhobia]

Bruce couldn't help but frown as the boy insisted he was fine. He could clearly see he was not fine! He didn't mean to frown really-- it sort of made him look cross. Bruce had that hard sort of face anyhow. Reaching forward, he placed a hand on the boy's back and stiffly-- slowly began to rub between the boy's shoulder blades. "...It's okay not to be fine, you know... everything that's happened must be very overwhelming," he eased. Though he looked quite rough, he was capable of making his voice rather gentle. Looking down at the boy, he continued to try and comfort the boy-- tried to ease him into dialogue. "If you want to-- or need to talk... You know I'm always just in my office..." --Or at work. Or patrolling the city in the batmobile. That was another story for another day though! "--My office is not off limits to you. You can come in if you need to-- eh..." He paused, rethinking that idea; "Just... don't take any of my papers or mess things up too much..." Somehow he imagined unfolding a legal document with crayon drawings all over it. He had to repress a chuckle-- as well as a stark feeling of horror sinking in the pit of his stomach.

---------- Post added at 10:34 PM ---------- Previous post was at 10:33 PM ----------

[ Don't worry about short posts now and then! sometimes it happens.]

[Fluffybuttwannabe]

Dick sniffled, before being unable to take it anymore. He jumped up into Bruce's lap, hugging him and letting the tears fall. He just needed someone to hold him, and hug him. He needed someone to tell him it was going to be ok. He didn't notice, but his tears were making a wet spot on Bruce's suit.

[SlightPhobia]

Bruce grunted lightly as the boy lunged all at once. He shifted awkwardly. Lunging into him must have been like hugging a brick wall! --It was a little nicer though. He still smelled of cologne from his day at work. He was warm and not entirely rigid either. Sighing, he drew his arms around the boy and let out a quiet sigh. "It's alright, Dick," he eased softly. The boy needed to hear it. Even if things weren't alright right now-- he still needed to hear it. Though his hands first remained around the boy's shoulders, one quietly slid down to the small of the boy's waist, holding the boy against him. His other hand slid up between the boy's shoulders and offered him a pat. The boy was so small-- it was easy to see that in such a close moment. "Shhh," he eased, allowing the boy to cry. "...It's alright."

[Fluffybuttwannabe]

He whimpered, and mumbled something into Bruce's chest. He then leaned his head into him, falling asleep, cuddled up against him.

(FYI, the thing he said was, "Thank you." Good night)

[SlightPhobia]

The boy whimpered, and as the stern gent held the boy, he couldn't help but sigh. He felt like a train wreck on the inside. It hurt just watching the boy-- but it hurt not to do anything about it too! He understood-- he knew what that pain was like... losing one's parents and being forced to rely on a near-stranger for everything ranging from schooling to love and comfort had been difficult for him too. He didn't understand the boy as he mumbled, but offered a small grunt in return.
It didn't take little Dick too long to find himself out cold, so to speak. Part of him wanted to peel off the day-old circus attire and plop him into a nice new pair of PJs. He'd bought a set that sort of matched his own. His had a B embroidered on the silk pocket... and Dick's had a little D embroidered on his pocket. Somehow the fact that he'd bought matching sets embarrassed him-- and yet, he wanted to be that close to the boy. Someday... he would be worthy of it. He just had to prove it to the boy. For now, he left Dick be. Invading his privacy didn't seem right just yet. the only thing he did peel off was the kid's shoes. He sat with the little one for a solid hour, simply holding the warm little lump to watch him... It was only then he found the strength to put him down and offer his forehead a little stroke. Tucking him under the sheets, he murmured: "...Goodnight, Dick. Sweet dreams..." But he knew they wouldn't be sweet-- not for a while anyhow. Frowning, he made his way back to his office. Picking up the phone, he dialled the office-number--- or rather the cell phone of one of his head workers. "I know it's late-- but cancel everything tomorrow. Yes-- even the cosmetics deal. Take care of it for me. Alfred will bring the papers in. I need to spend some time with Dick," he confessed before hanging up. What sort of time would it be?

[Fluffybuttwannabe]

Dick let out a little snore as he was put into bed, trying to control his dreams. The image of his parents falling kept replaying in his head, over and over again. The nightmare scared him, and caused him to, in his sleep, begin to wet the bed.

He woke up the next morning, instantly noticing the soaked sheets and covers. He turned bright red, and was scared of Bruce would say. He quickly went to try and pull the sheets off, focusing on fixing them first, rather then change out of his wet costume.