It was supposed to be a simple night. Joker was put in jail the night before, do he would be in there for a couple of days. The jails were quiet, the city was quiet. There was a bank robbery at the Gotham City Bank. They entered the bank, to find it empty, with the vault open. They were ambushed by twelve masked men in black who moved with the speed and grace of ninjas. Batman and Robin both took six men apiece. The fight was going pretty well until a loud crackling bang rang out through the vault. Batman turned to see Robin on the ground bleeding with a bullet hole in his chest. All he could hear was the scream of his mother playing in the back of his mind.

"ROBIN!" Batman shouted while he tossed the masked intruder into the wall while running to his bleeding protege.

He, in tears, carried him to the Batmobile and drove to the hospital, calling Lisa.

"Lisa get a bed ready! Dick was shot!" he ordered panicky.

He carefully drove through the streets and finally arrived t the hospital. He nearly broke every speed limit in the country trying to get to the hospital. Tears were rolling down his cowl as he picked him out of the car gently and carried him inside. Lisa was already there waiting by a gurney ready to take him. She quickly got to work on Robin with Batman's assistance, getting him connected to the IV bags and wires. Even with all the IV bags and bandage wraps, Dick still needed a miracle to help him stay alive. She reached to call for more assistance, her own staff, but Bruce grabbed her hand to stop him.

"Bruce what are you doing. He needs medical attention."

"That's why I brought him here."

"Bruce there is only so much I can do."

"Fine. Just save him."

She quickly called for assistance and the rest of her staff rushed him into surgery. It took five people just to hold Bruce back when he was taken from him. They had to give him a sedative to subdue him enough to tend to his own injuries. They got him to a wheelchair and wheeled him to his own room. They were able to get him on an IV drip bag and called Alfred to the hospital. When he walked, well more ran, down the halls, a small duffel bag slung over his shoulders, to figure out what happened, due to the nurse not telling him anything. He could hear Bruce shouting at the nurses, demanding to know about Richard. Lisa ran in and ordered the nurses out and shut the door behind them.

"Master Bruce, are you alright?" Alfred asked while he rushed to his side.

"Where is Richard?" Bruce repeated.

"Still in surgery. The surgeon isn't sure he'll make it. He needs more blood."

"The take mine," he held his arm out.

"It's not that simple. You don't match his blood type. It's rare and we don't have it in supply. It should have been here days ago but the blood drive was robbed of all of the B- blood."

"Doctor Lisa, there has to be another blood bank in Gotham city."

"We tried Alfred. Over the past few months, different blood types were stolen. One month is was O -, then another month AB positive, after that it was A+ and A-, and so on until we reached B-."

"Do you know who stole the blood?"

"No, Bruce don't even think about-"

"He's my son Lisa! He's my son," Bruce shouted softly while his anger boiled.

"We will find a way to save him. I need to make some calls," she left the room trying not to cry herself.

Bruce looked at his son's dying body and guilt swelled in him. This was his fault, he damn sure was going to make it right.

"Alfred, I need to make a run to the house to get my computer."

"I figured that you would say that," Alfred placed the duffel on the bed, careful not to let it hit his sore body, and pulled out his Batlaptop, properly named by Dick. "You are going to find the blood?"

"Yes."

"Master Bruce,"

"I don't wanna hear it, Alfred. I don't care if my body can't handle it. I'm getting the blood. End of story."

"I was not going to say that. I was going to ask what else do you need me to do. If you are going to investigate this, then you need a helping hand in your current condition."

Bruce looked t him in surprise and shock. Normally, Alfred would beg and plead with him not do this something like this, due to his health, why now has this suddenly changed his opinion on this matter, asked himself.

"What, no lecture on why I should be on bed rest?"

"Now in any other circumstance, I would. But this is Master Richard, someone I consider to be a grandson. I would be a fool to try and convince you to not handle this, personally. But all I do ask is that you allow me to do the manual labor until the Batman is needed," he explained while he is eyes cast to his grandson.

"Okay, I can handle that. I need him to be okay Alfred. I-I can't lose him."

Alfred hugged Bruce tightly, trying not to hurt him, to try and ease him grieve ridden mind.

"Master Richard is a fighter in his own right. He will hold on Master Bruce. Now we have a naked intruder to find."

They quickly got to work looking at the security videos from the earlier robberies and the police reports. Thanks to Wayne Industries latest technology, they were able to us the footage to name the masked intruder. His name was Jack Goldenberg. He was an activist to an organization to help change America, starting with its destruction of its government. He is a master hacker, works in breaking in solo but have several men in a van. They have robbed federal banks across the country for their 'treasury', weaponry from the National Guards, even sent death threats to a political official in Gotham. He was able to track down the pattern to a warehouse near the outskirts of Gotham. With new information in hands and help from Alfred to get out of bed, he was able to be suited in his uniform. He went to Dick bedside and kissed his temple.

"I will be back Dicke. Hold on okay," he kissed his temple firmly again and left for the Batmobile.

He sat in the driver seat and forced his eyes not to look at the dried blood stain from Dick's seat. Focusing his mind back on the mission ahead of him, he drove off to the location of the thief's headquarters. He traced his track due to the previous robbery. This lead him to an abandoned warehouse near the border of Gotham. Inside were millions of crates, each one was labeled with either 'guns', 'ammunition','medical aid', 'water', 'food', and 'blood'. He suddenly felt a presence behind him and sprung into action. He was able to flip on top of one of the crates and slung a Batarang at him. He has a mission in mind and he was running out of time. He was able to keep him distracted long enough to get three bags of B- blood and slipped it into is his cape. He was able to place a tracker on the crate and made his escape out of the building. He ran to the Batmobile only to come see the man who shot his son running toward him. He walked up to him and punched him out.

"That's for my son," he simply walked over to his car and he drove back to the hospital like a bat out of hell.

He pulled in front of the hospital and grabbed the duffel bag, sprinting to the hospital room. The doctors instantly took the duffel, unloaded it, and took the blood bags out. They took the bags and hooked them up to the machine and began the blood transfusion. The adrenaline rush soon drained from Bruce's overworked body and he passed out on the floor. The nurses soon took care of him and the other male nurses lifted him on the bed. Several hours later, Bruce felt a small yet comfortable weight on his chest. His tired eyes slowly opened to see Dick curled in a ball on his chest sleeping peacefully. Bruce sighed softly in relief and relaxed in the bed. He placed his huge hand on his back and rubbed him gently. He soon saw his son's eyes slowly blink open.

"Hey Dickie-lad," Bruce bit back his tears.

"Hey, what happened? All they told he was I was shot,"

"You were. The danger has passed. Rest now Dickie," he yawned softly in exhaustion.

"You saved my life dad."

"It's my job as your father to save your life."

"Your life would be too boring without me in it."

"That is very true," he kissed his temple. "You rest now Dickie-bird."

"Night dad."

"Goodnight micul meu pasare," they both relaxed and drifted back to sleep.

Alfred and Dr. Lisa came back hours later to see the father and son fast asleep in bed, holding each other. Gotham would have to deal without the Dynamic Duo for the night.

Fin