A/N: DaddyBats! Young Dick. Fluff. Alfred and Dick centric with some Bruce.
This is a chapter from one of my other books I am writing: 
Bat Brothers (one shots, shorts, YJ)
So please if you want to go check it out. Thank you and enjoy this chapter.  :)

Alfred knocked upon Dick's bedroom door. It was mid afternoon and Dick had remain inside his bedroom all morning.
He told Alfred that he wasn't feeling well and wished to be alone. Alfred was worried about the small eight year old boy in his care.
Bruce was held up in his office at Wayne Enterprises and didn't receive Alfred's call about Dick.

"Master Dick, are you awake sir?" asked Alfred as he pushed the door a bit and entered the room.
Sitting cross legged on his bed was Dick with a book in his lap. His head was down. Once Alfred moved closer towards the boy, Dick looked up at him.

"Hi Alfred." Dick said with a small smile. But despite his smile, Alfred could tell that something was bothering him.

"Is something the matter young Master?" asked Alfred as he moved closer to the boy on the bed. Dick closed the book he was looking at and sat it beside him. He turned to face Alfred. Tears welled up in his blue eyes and Alfred came to sit next to him.
"I miss my parents'' said Dick and he lean over next to Alfred, who wrapped his arm around Dick's shaking form.

"It's alright Master Dick. Everything will be alright.'' said Alfred comforting Dick.
After a bit Dick had stopped crying and was whipping the tears from his face and eyes, he nodded a thank you to Alfred and pushed himself from the bed.

"Master Dick?" asked Alfred

"Yes Alfie'' Dick said and Alfred just stood up and gave the boy a small smile and patted his head.

"Will you, sir, be part taking in the festivities this evening around town?" Alfred asked and Dick turned to face him. By the look on his face Alfred could tell that Dick was very confused about what he was referring to.

"Will you be going out trick or treating?'' asked Alfred, but Dick still looked confused.

"What is that?" asked Dick and Alfred looked shocked at the boy standing before him.

"Master Dick, you are aware that it is Halloween, yes?" Alfred asked and Dick gave him a small nod.

"Yeah. My mami, Tati and I would have pumpkins and we would carve faces into them. My mama would take the seeds and bake them. But I'm sorry Alfred, I don't know what trick or treating is. Halloween was a day we hanged out inside our trailer, nothing more. Do you and Bruce do something differently?" said Dick.

Alfred smiled at Dick. He could tell that he missed his parents very much. His eyes lit up when he spoke happy memories about them but also darken as well, for the lost of them was very painful for Dick.

"Well Master Dick, here in America, people dress up in costumes of something scary or of something they like. Then they walk the streets, knocking on doors and asking for candy and sweets." said Alfred.
Dick tilted his head to the side but gave the old man a smile.
"That's sound odd but okay. Can we wait for Bruce to get home to do it?" asked Dick.

"Well..." Alfred began but Dick cut him off.

"Please!" Dick cried out to Alfred, Alfred smiled down at the boy and nodded his head which made Dick light up.
"Cool! Hey about dressing up, can I have a superman cape?" asked Dick.

Alfred sighed, he knew Bruce wouldn't really like that but the joy in Dick's voice and the light back in his eyes there was no way Alfred could say no to the little boy before him. Alfred nodded his head again and Dick reached over and took Alfred's hand.

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Late that night Batman enters the cave after a patrol to find Alfred standing there waiting for him.

"Yes Alfred?" asked Bruce removing his cowl.

"Master Bruce, did you not receive any of my calls today?" asked Alfred.

Bruce sighed and walked over towards the Batcompter and sat down. He had saw the missed calls but was busy at Wayne Enterprises then he had to patrol the city and there just didn't seem like any time to call him back.

"Are you aware of what yesterday was sir?" Alfred questioned him. Bruce closed his eyes and gave the question a thought for a moment. He had been going on four nights now without sleep and it was beginning to get to him.

"It was Halloween Sir. And young Master Dick waited all evening for your return home to the manor. He finally couldn't stay up any more and fell asleep in the study, waiting for you sir.'' said Alfred.

Bruce sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Damn I forgot." thought Bruce. He turned in his seat to face the old man.

"Master Bruce were you aware that Master Dick never celebrated Halloween before? He told me what his parents did for this event, they would carve pumpkins. We went shopping yesterday and pick some out for you two to carve them. He also told me he wanted to make a batman one sir." Alfred said, he hoped the last part would make Master Bruce feel a little bit better.

"Where is he now?" asked Bruce.

"He's in the study sir." said Alfred, who left Bruce all alone.
Bruce changed quickly and headed upstairs to find Dick passed out on the small couch in the study. A small sad smile came on his tired face.

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Dick soon woke up to see Bruce sitting at his desk with the newspaper in his hands. The sunlight coming through the window shined right down on him. Dick sat up quickly, and rushed over to stand next to Bruce.
Bruce peeked above his newspaper and looked at Dick, a smile on his face.

"Hi Dick." said Bruce, how folded the paper and placed in upon his desk. Dick was bouncing a bit and smiled largely at Bruce. Bruce could see a small blue cape on the back of his son. Dick noticed Bruce looking at it and turned around to show him with an even bigger smile on his face. Bruce shock his head.
"Clark is so going to love this when I tell him, he'll probably rub it in my face." thought Bruce.
Bruce sighed.

"Hi. Can we now treat or trick Bruce and carve some pumpkins? I got one for each of us, even though Alfred said it wasn't necessary for him to have one but i got him one anyways." said Dick. Bruce chuckled. He knew Dick said trick or treat wrong but he also knew if he corrected Dick, Dick would become upset that he messed up the English language. Dick had only recently learned how to clearly speak it, it still bothered him when he didn't speak it correctly.

Bruce nodded his head and stood up and took Dick's hand. They walked to the kitchen. During the walk Bruce explained that he was stuck in a very late meeting and he was sorry that they missed trick or treating but he told Dick that they could carve pumpkins, just as Dick used to do with his parents.

Bruce, Alfred and Dick carved their pumpkins. One was a scary face, one a cat and one was Batman, which Dick was very happy about.

They ate a few pieces of candy while Alfred made breakfast, plus cook some pumpkin seeds.
Dick was much happier than he was and he did enjoy being with Bruce and Alfred. He missed his parents but he knew that they were with him and proud of him.

Dick reached over and gave Bruce a sideways hug.

"Thank you Bruce! This is great!" yelled Dick.

Bruce hugged back and laid his check against the top of Dick's head and closed his eyes.
He loved having Dick here so much, it made everything better.