Dick Grayson sleepily walked out of his math class. He was ready for bed. Unfortunately, he still had another lesson to go, do his homework and patrol Gotham. Only then could he sleep. His next lesson was English, an hour of Macbeth, how fun. Dick was getting his books out of his locker when it happened.

"How's it goin' Grayson?" It was James Beattie. He had been bullying Dick since he started Gotham Academy.

"What do you want Beattie?" Dick replied coldly.

He really had no energy for James today. James sighed and pinned Dick against the locker.

"Well since you asked," James threw a punch at Dick's face. "I got a D on my Math test, and I'm really angry."

"So?" Dick challenged. Big mistake. This would have been an entirely different story if it was Robin getting beaten up.

However, it was Dick Grayson getting beat up; therefore if he did anything to him it would arouse suspicion. So Dick decided to take the beatings.

***

The young boy groaned. The school nurse flashed a light in his eyes and wrote a few things down on her clipboard.

"You seem to have a few cracked ribs and some cuts and bruises. Other than that you're fine."

"Can I go now?" Dick asked.

"I called Mr. Wayne. He is coming to pick you up." The nurse told him.

"Listen, Dick, this is the second time this month. Are you going to tell me who did this to you?"

The acrobat didn't answer her question. "Can I wait outside?"

The nurse sighed. "Go ahead."

***

Where was he? Dick had been waiting 10 minutes and Bruce still hadn't shown up. As if on cue, a black car with tinted windows pulled up. As Dick got in the car, he was surprised to see Bruce sitting in the back.

Bruce was the first to break the silence. "What happened?"

"It doesn't matter." Dick replied.

"Dick, please, I can't help you if you won't let me in." Bruce pushed.

Dick rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't need your help."

They sat in silence the rest of the way home.

Dick slammed his bedroom door behind him and locked it. There was a knock on the door.

"Dick, let me in, please." It was Bruce. Instead of replying, he sat on his bed and buried his head in his arms. He could have taken Beattie down with one hit.

Bruce continued knocking. "Listen, Dickie, I know you're hurting. I just want to help."

Dick surprised himself more than Bruce. He unlocked the door and let him in. They sat on the bed.

Bruce was the one to break the silence. "How long has this been going on?"

Dick hesitated. "About a month."

He bit his lip to stop himself from crying. However it failed miserably. Tears began flowing like a waterfall from the young boys eyes.

Bruce was shocked. The last time he had seen his little bird cry was when he first arrived at the manor. He would cry every night for his parents. The only way he could get him to stop was picking him up and put him in his bed. He grabbed his ward and pulled him into a hug. Dick's hands wrapped around Bruce's warm chest, he started crying harder.

Pathetic, Dick thought. He patrolled Gotham every night and here he was crying into his mentor's chest. He could kill that damn Beattie if he wanted to. It was nice though, getting it all up. It was just what Dick needed. His ribs were so sore. He hurt everywhere and had a headache from hell.

"Hush now little bird." Bruce ran his fingers through Dick's hair.

After a few minutes all that could be heard was the heavy breathing of Bruce's ward. He picked him up bridal style and carried him to his room. Dick always felt safe there. He tucked Dick in and turned the light off.

As he came down the stairs he was met by his faithful butler.

"How is he, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked.

Bruce sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I don't know Alfred. I think everything has just got too much. Maybe I should stop him being Robin."

"You know he would never forgive you." Alfred sighed.

Then an idea came to Bruce. "Dick and I may not be able to teach that punk a lesson but I know who can."

Bruce went into the Bat Cave and immediately called Wally West.

"Wally," he spoke, it was almost growl. "I need you and Roy to do me a favour. I'm sure you will take great pleasure in it. Trust me."

***

"He did what?" Wally shouted down the phone, startling the rest of the team whom were currently at Mt. Justice.

"I'm on my way." He ended the call. There was silence for a couple minutes.

"What was that about?" Artemis asked.

"I'm going out." Wally announced.

Furious with the news he just heard. He was going to teach that punk a lesson, how dare he hurt his little brother.

Wally and Roy were standing in the park. It was pretty much deserted since it was way past 10. They were the only ones in the park other than James Beattie and his gang. Roy had to hold Wally back from going straight up to Beattie and putting him in a coma.

"I'm gonna kill him." Wally said.

Roy sighed. "As much as I want to as well, we can't kill him Wally."

They began walking up to them. "Hey," Wally tapped Beattie on the shoulder. As he turned around Wally punched him in the face.

"That was for my brother." Wally shouted.

***

The Wayne manor's doors opened. In came Wally West and Roy Harper. Wally had a black eye and Roy had a bust lip. They were outnumbered by 6. That didn't mean they lost. They were fairly certain that half of them, especially James Beattie, needed to go to the hospital. As they entered the front room, Bruce smiled at them. Their little brother was on the couch watching TV with a big mug of hot chocolate in his hands. When he realized his big brothers were here, his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Hey guys! What happened to your faces?" He asked them. The older boys joined Dick on the couch.

"Oh, we just taught some jerk to never mess with family." Roy replied.

Bruce left the boys to watch TV. No one will ever touch his little bird ever again. Whether it is the Joker or some punk at school, daddybats will always come to the rescue.

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A/N: If you liked this, check out my one shot book, all to do with Robin