Bruce just pulled into the drive and was about to open the door to the house when he heard a gun go off and Dick yell 'no.'

He threw the door open and ran inside. "Dick?" he yelled scared.

When he walked into the living room, he saw a guy turn around with Dick in his arms. Bruce just froze.

"That's far enough, Mr. Wayne," the man warned. He had the gun pointed right at Dick's head.

Bruce held up his hands in a non-threatening way. "What do you want?" His eyes never left the scared face of Dick.

"All I want from you, Wayne, is money, and lots of it."

"Ok, it's yours, as much as you want, just don't hurt him."

"Now don't you try and be brave, or you'll end up like grandpa here."

Bruce finally looked down at Alfred and his eyes went wide when he saw him lying on the ground trying to catch his breath and stop the bleeding from the wound in his stomach. He then looked back at Dick and realized that he had tears going down his cheeks. "No heroic moves, I promise."

"You better not, or you're gonna lose sonny-boy here. Now take me to the stash."

"I don't keep a lot of money here at the house. The most I have is around two thousand. The rest is in the banks."

The man narrowed his eyes and pushed the gun to Dick's head harder, making Dick close his eyes in fear. "Well, then I guess you had better get your checkbook out."

Bruce nodded then slowly moved one hand to his pocket while keeping the other up. "How much?"

The man walked over and motioned for Bruce to sit down. "One hundred million. That should last me for a while, and remember, no funny business." He then gestured toward Alfred with his head. "I don't think grandpa will last very much longer."

Bruce looked to Alfred and saw that he was no longer moving then looked down at his checkbook. "One hundred million, got it." He wrote out the check, signed it, tore it out, and then held it out to the man. "Here, now let him go."

The man grabbed the check with the hand that had the gun in it, looked at it, and then looked back at Bruce. "And you'll guarantee this is good?"

"I promise."

The guy nodded, put the check in his pocket, and then backed up toward the door with Dick still in his arms, the gun going back up to Dick's head. "Good, then I'll just be on my way, and to make sure that I get out, I'm just gonna hold on to him 'til we reach the door."

Bruce followed them to the door, worry still very evident in his face, and when the man opened the door, he threw Dick, causing him to yelp, and ran out the door.

Bruce went straight to Dick's side and they both watched as the man ran. Bruce then looked at Dick. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, but we need to help Alfred," Dick said as Bruce helped him up.

"I know. Go call an ambulance. I'll go and see if I can do anything to help until they get here."

Dick nodded then ran off to call for the ambulance as Bruce ran to Alfred.

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Bruce sat in the waiting room at Gotham General Hospital. It had been over an hour since the ambulance came and took Alfred to the hospital, and he was starting to get worried that Alfred wouldn't make it. Alfred was in very bad shape when the EMTs arrived, in fact, Bruce was doing CPR on him when Dick led them into the room. Alfred had stopped breathing, and when the EMTs took over, it took them a good tow minutes before they finally had to use a portable ventilator to make him breath.

Dick stood there just watching at the EMTs stuck the tube down Alfred's throat. Bruce stood next to him, and when he saw the look on Dick's face, he knelt down and pulled dick into a hug and Dick just buried his face in Bruce's shoulder.

After the EMTs took Alfred away, Bruce had sent Dick to Mount Justice. Dick wasn't happy with that decision at all, but all Bruce would say was, "It's for your own safety." Bruce could feel the glare Dick gave him as he went through the zeta tube.

Bruce got up from his chair and started pacing. After a couple laps across the room, a doctor walked into the room. "Mr. Wayne?"

Bruce quickly walked over to him. "I'm Bruce Wayne."

The doctor nodded. "I'm Dr. Myers," he said as he shook Bruce's hand, "Mr. Pennyworth is out of surgery now. The bullet skimmed the lining of his stomach and he lost a good amount of blood. It was touch and go for a while there, but we finally got him stabilized and his wound stitched up. He's in recovery now, so you can see him in about fifteen minutes after we move him to a room."

Bruce closed his eyes and sighed. "Thank you."

The doctor nodded then left the room.

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"Recognize, Robin, B01."

Robin came through the zeta tube mad. "It's not fair. It's my fault he got shot. I should be there with him."

"You got who shot?" Wally asked as he ran right in front of Robin.

Robin didn't even think twice when he decked Wally and sent him flying backwards shocked and yelling.

Robin's eyes went wide when he realized what he just did. "Oh man. I'm so sorry, KF."

By the time he got over to him, M'gann, Conner, Kaldur, and Artemis came running into the room, weapons and fists up. When they saw Robin helping Wally get up off the floor, they ran up to them and started asking questions all at once.

"Who did this?'

"Are you alright?"

"Who do I get to beat up?"

"Are they still around?"

"Guys!" Robin yelled over their questions. They all just looked at him. "This was my fault."

Wally, who was now standing rubbing his chin where Robin punched him, looked at him worried. "Rob, what's going on?"

Robin looked at him then walked away from them all sadly. The others just looked at him then followed after him. They found him sitting on the couch fiddling with something.

Kaldur slowly walked over to him, the others staying put, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you ok, my friend?"

Robin sighed. "Yeah, I will be... I hope." Kaldur and the others just stayed quiet and hoped that he would explain. It paid off. "Agent A was shot today 'cause he was trying to protect me," he said finally looking up at them.

M'gann gasped and covered her mouth, and Wally just ran over and sat down next to him. "Is he alright?" Wally asked concerned.

Robin looked away again, but this time angrier. "I don't know. Batman wouldn't let me go with him to the hospital." The room was quiet again. Robin then became sad again, almost crying as he continued. "He'd stopped breathing at some point and the EMTs had to put a tube in his throat to make him breath."

Wally saw a tear roll out from under Robin's glasses, and did the only think he could think of, pull Robin into a hug. Robin didn't protest or push away, but clung to him tighter and he couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

The others just came up and stood around the two, M'gann sitting down beside them rubbing Robin's back as they listened to him cry. No one knew what to say, so they all stayed quiet.

After about five minutes, Robin slowly sat up and wiped away the tears. "Sorry, guys."

Kaldur again placed his hand on Robin's shoulder. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"Yeah," Artemis agreed, "you're close to him."

"Yeah, you've told me he's like a grandfather to you," Wally agreed.

"Yeah, he is," Robin replied. They sat there for a few more seconds before the computer announced Black Canary's arrival.

She walked in to see everyone crowded around the couch and Robin with red eyes. "What's going on?" she asked as she walked closer to them. "Is everything ok? Is Batman..."

"Batman's fine. It's Agent A. He was shot today and he's at the hospital now."

Canary's eyes went wide. "Oh, Robin..."

Robin gave her a small smile. "It's alright. So, are you here to do training?"

She looked at him sadly. "Well, yes, but if you don't..."

"No, it's fine. I could use something to get it off my mind."

She was still a little reluctant, but she just nodded and walked to the training area.

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Bruce sat in a chair next to Alfred's bed. They finally got Alfred into a private room, and Alfred was resting at the moment. His mind went over what happened that day and the past week and about how over the past four years since he took Dick in. Dick's been kidnapped, held hostage, or threatened all because people wanted money from him.

He felt horrible. 'This is no life for a kid his age. He shouldn't have to be worried about if someone's gonna take him off the street. All he should be worrying about is when he is going to hang out with his friends and school stuff.'

As he thought about this, Alfred was slowly starting to wake up. He let out a soft moan which caused Bruce to jump a little.

"Alfred?"

Alfred looked up at him and smiled. "Hello, Master Bruce." He then looked around and got a look of worry on his face.

Bruce saw this, stood up, and got closer to the bed. "What's wrong?"

Alfred was still looking around the room. "Where is Master Dick?" he asked finally looking at Bruce.

Bruce sat back down and smiled. "He's fine. I sent him to the mountain."

Alfred relaxed. "Good. You know he's not going to be happy with you for that, right?"

Bruce frowned at that. "I don't think that's the only thing he's not gonna be happy at me about."

Alfred looked at him confused. "What do you mean, Sir?"

Bruce sighed. "I've been thinking about this since last night. I feel bad about Dick always being kidnapped, held hostage, getting hurt, or threatened all because people out there want money from me."

Alfred's eyes widened in fear. "You're not thinking what I think you are are you?"

"Yes," he said as he stood up and walked over to the window to look out, "I'm thinking about taking him back to the orphanage."

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