Dick sat on the couch in the living room of Wayne Manor, watching TV, when Bruce walked through the front door. Dick turned to look at him. "Bruce, how was work?" he asked with a smile.

Bruce gave him a small, weak smile back. "Pretty tiring. How was your day?"

Dick shrugged. "Ok," he said as he watched Bruce walk over to the couch and sit down next to Dick.

Bruce took a deep breath, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the back of the couch. They sat there, the TV making the only noise in the room. "So, I see you made it out of your room," Bruce said looking at Dick with a smile.

Dick smiled and looked over to Bruce. "Yeah, Alfred thought I should get out of the room, but I can't get around to good with a fractured leg. Can't even use crutches 'cause of my arm."

"So how did you get down the stairs?" Bruce asked a bit confused.

"Alfred helped me walk without putting pressure on my leg, but it was difficult."

"Yes, but we accomplished it," Alfred said as he brought a tray with two mugs of hot coco over to them. "Thought you might like a hot drink on such a cold day."

"Thanks, Alfred!" Dick said happily as he took one of the steaming mugs.

Bruce chuckled as he took the other mug. "Thanks. So," he then turned to Dick, "since you won't be going on patrol for some time, how would you like to go down to the cave and see if we can find a way to keep you from jumping dimensions?"

"Have you jumped in the last two days since you found yourself in this dimension?" Alfred asked.

"Not that I know of, but I was in that other dimension for four days before I got back here," Dick replied sadly at the thought of going back to that other dimension.

"Don't worry, Dick," Bruce said as he placed a hand on Dick's shoulder, "I promise, we'll find a way to keep you in this dimension."

Dick gave him a small smile. "Thanks, but will you be able to find a way before I jump again?" he asked loosing the smile. He really didn't want to go back to the other Bruce and get beat again.

The room was silent.

After a few more minutes of silence, and no one looking at one another, Bruce stood up and stood in front of Dick. "Come on," Bruce said as he smiled down at Dick reassuringly, "Let's get to work."

Dick gave him a small smile again and allowed Bruce to pick him up and carry him down to the cave.

Once down there, Bruce sat Dick in the chair in front of the computer then went over and examined the blood sample that he took from Dick when this all began.

About twenty minutes later, Bruce still hadn't found anything and turned to check on how Dick was doing, but before he turned around, there was a small flash of light. "Dick?" he asked as he turned around and walked toward the computer. "Dick, what was that light?" he asked as he turned the chair around so he could look at Dick.

"B-Bruce... I... uhhh... I was just..." Dick stumbled as he struggled to figure out what to say.

Bruce closed his eyes and sighed. 'It happened again.' He opened his eyes again and stared down at Dick. "It's ok, Dick, I'm not your Bruce. You've jumped dimensions again," he said as he knelt down so he was eye level with Dick. He saw Dick relax. "Was your Bruce in the cave?"

"No, I wouldn't be caught dead in the cave if he was there."

"Good," Bruce sighed then stood up again. "We're trying to figure out how to stop the jumping. That's what the Dick from this dimension was working on." He looked at the computer. "And it looks like he hasn't found anything either."

Dick spun the chair back around toward the computer and watched as Bruce typed something then saw a picture pop up that he had no idea what was. "What's that?"

"It's the information on the Portal Gun that Dick got shot with," Bruce answered not looked away from the computer.

"Oh," Dick said as things finally started to make sense to him. 'So that's why I keep jumping dimensions even thought I hadn't used the gun yet.' He smiled then tried to memorize all the information Bruce was bringing up. 'Maybe he can help me complete my work and I can finally get away from Bruce.'

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Dick felt a little dizzy and lowered his head a little and brought his hand to his head. When he looked back at the computer, he saw that what was on the screen wasn't the stuff that he was looking up. "Is that the Portal Gun?" He didn't have much time to think about it though because he heard what sounded like the Batmobile coming into the cave.

Batman grabbed the pole and rode it up to the ledge then stopped when he saw Dick sitting in the chair in front of the computer. Batman narrowed his eyes then walked toward Dick.

"When did you leave?" Dick asked as Batman got closer.

Batman didn't answer, just grabbed Dick and yanked him out of the chair as hard as he could then sat down and started working on some stuff for his current case.

Dick's eyes went wide when Bruce grabbed him and yanked him out of the seat, and when he landed on his broken arm, he yelled out. Bruce did and said nothing.

Dick sat there in pain. Every time he moved his arm throbbed in pain. He knew he wouldn't be able to get back up to the manor by himself, unless he crawled and even that would hurt, but he also knew that if he stayed down here he would be killed. So he used his good arm and leg to crawl his way to the elevator, even though it really hurt.

He almost got to the elevator, but then he felt a massive weight on his back. "I warned you to never come down here again," Bruce said darkly.

Dick closed his eyes waiting for the blows he knew was coming, and he didn't have to wait too long. Bruce started kicking him in the ribs, and Dick swore he both felt and heard some of his ribs breaking.

Bruce continued to kick him everywhere for at least five minutes, but to Dick if felt more like an hour, before he stopped. When Dick looked up, expecting to see Bruce walking back to the computer, he saw Bruce pulling out one of his bat-a-rangs. Dick's eyes went wide with fear.

Bruce picked Dick up by the collar of his shirt and bashed him into the wall, holding the bat-a-rang up to Dick's throat like any crazed villain would. "I never should've taken you in," Bruce said in a low voice.

"Master Bruce!" Alfred yelled from the now open elevator. His eyes were wide with fear and he dropped the tray that he had been carrying. He quickly walked the few steps to get beside the two. "Please, Master Bruce, you're not a killer. Don't become one now."

Dick looked to Alfred then back to Bruce still scared, but with slight hope in his eyes. Bruce never took his glare off Dick. "I warned him that the next time he came into this cave I would kill him."

"That may be, but, Sir, please, look at him. Hasn't he already been punished enough?"

Bruce looked down at the handy work he had done then smiled, put the bat-a-rang down, and dropped Dick on the ground. "I guess so," he said then turned and walked back to the computer, putting the bat-a-rang away as he went.

Once Bruce sat down, Alfred helped Dick stand up and walk to the elevator.

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Alfred and Dick sat in Dick's room and drank the hot coco that Alfred had made. It had been three hours since the little event down in the cave, and Dick was glad that Bruce was too interested in the case he was working on.

They had been talking about why Dick was in the cave, why Alfred hadn't done anything about what was going on, how nobody was suspicious of anything, and now Dick just wanted to find out if Alfred would help him. "Alfred, you have to do something." Alfred sighed. "Please, Alfred, you can't let him keep doing this."

"I'm sorry, Master Dick, but Master Bruce is the Batman. If we did anything, he would come after both of us and probably kill us both."

Dick just stared at him shocked. "So you'll let me stay here to be killed?"

Alfred sighed again. "As long as I'm here, it won't come to that."

"Oh, just like today?" Dick yelled angrily. "If you had been just two minutes later, I would've been dead!" Alfred looked away from him a bit ashamed. At that, Dick calmed down a little, guilty for yelling at him. "I'm sorry, Alfred."

"No," Alfred said looking back to Dick with a determined look on his face, "you're right. I need to do something. "He then stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Dick sitting on his bed confused and wondering what he was doing.