THREE DAYS LATER

Third Person POV

Danny and Dick sat at the dinner table while Alfred placed plates of food in front of them. Dick's eyes drifted towards the empty chair at the head of the table. "Where's Bruce?" he asked.

"I'm afraid Master Bruce had a meeting this evening," Alfred replied.

Dick frowned, "He has a meeting every night. Who does he see?" Dick rested his elbows on the table and held his chin in his hands. Danny sat beside Dick, moving his food around on his plate. His eyes were unfocused.

Alfred sighed, he was going to have a talk with Master Bruce when he returned from his 'meeting'.

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Batman sat perched on the top of an abandoned building near the docks. He pulled out a pair of binoculars and focused on a small building. There were lights on inside. Batman's intel had informed him that a few men belonging to Zucco's gang were hiding out there.

Gripping the edges of his cape, Batman glided down to the building. He landed softly on the roof. Walking over to the edge he spotted a boarded up window. He could he chatter going on inside.

"Ha! A royal flush! I win," a gruff voice said.

A couple groans could be heard, "Man, I'm sick of waiting around in dis dump. Where's da boss?" a squeaky voice asked.

"He's still layin' low after the Flyin' Grayson's thing," a smooth voice stated.

"Really? It's been what? 3 days? The heats gotta be off 'im by now," Gruff Voice said.

Some shuffling sounds. "Not a chance. The two Grayson kids are alive. Cops think the boss is gonna try to shut them up. No witnesses ya know?" replied Smooth Voice.

"Why don't he jus' leave Gotham?" asked Squeaky Voice.

"Too risky with so many cops on the lookout for his mug. I even heard Batman's out lookin' for 'im," answered Smooth Voice.

Batman dropped down beside the window and peered inside. There were 3 men sitting at a table. There was one bulky man with a torn hat wearing a blue suit. He had a wide face and meaty hands. Beside him was a gangly man with stringy blonde hair. He had a thin face and wore a brown suit. Sitting beside the gangly man was a well dressed man with slicked back black hair and a small black mustache. He wore a navy blue suit and in his hands he held a deck of cards. Resting against the table were 3 machine guns.

"I've heard from the boss recently. He's hidin' out somewhere and he said he'll be outta here by the end of the week," the man wearing the navy blue suit said, revealing himself to be Smooth Voice.

Batman's hand reached for his utility belt. He deposited a few small smoke bombs into his hand as he prepared to crash through the boarded window.

The gangly man spoke, his voice being the squeaky one, "What 'bout us? What're we gonna do?"

Batman tossed the smoke bombs through the boards and they landed on the floor. "What da-" Gruff Voice began but he was quickly cut off by the smoke escaping from the bombs. The men started hacking and coughing and Batman crashed through the boarded window.

"It's...... da Batman!" Squeaky Voice shouted between coughs. The men reached for their nearby guns. Batman was able to grab two and toss them out the window before the men reached them, but Smooth Voice was able to get his hands on the remaining gun.

Gruff Voice charged at Batman and swung his meaty fist. Batman ducked under the fist and used Gruff Voice's momentum to swing him over his shoulder and onto the ground. Batman whirled around, only to stare directly at Smooth Voice.

"Say bye-bye Bats," said Smooth Voice as he unleashed a magazine of bullets on Batman. Thinking fast, Batman knocked Squeaky Voice down and flipped the table diving behind it. The bullets were beginning to pierce the wood. Once the shooting stopped, Batman quickly pulled out a Batarang and threw it at Smooth Voice.

It hit Smooth Voice in the hand and he dropped the gun with a cry. Batman leaped over the table and landed a swift punch to Smooth Voice's jaw. He was knocked onto his back and Batman pressed his foot down on Smooth Voice's chest.

Squeaky Voice tried rushing Batman from behind but Batman just whipped his fist up over his shoulder, effectively knocking Squeaky Voice out.

"Now that's better," he commented as he put more pressure on Smooth Voice's chest. "Tell me where Zucco is," he demanded.

"No way, I ain't no squealer," replied Smooth Voice. Batman gave him a small grin and started cracking his knuckles.

"Okay okay, he's on the far side of Gotham hiding out in one of the abandoned apartment buildings!" Smooth Voice cried.

Batman bent his knee and rested his elbow on it, causing Smooth Voice to wheeze as more air was forced out of his lungs, "Now that wasn't so hard was it?"

Batman removed his foot from Smooth Voice's chest and fled out the door just as Gruff Voice began to come to. "Crazy bat," muttered Smooth Voice.

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Batman drove into the Batcave and parked the Batmobile. He hopped out and strode towards the Batcomputer. He sat down in the chair in front of the large computer and began typing rapidly.

The elevator opened, revealing Alfred. The old butler walked over to the caped crusader. "Productive night Master Bruce?" Alfred asked.

"I have a possible lead on Zucco's location. He's somewhere on the other side of Gotham hiding in an abandoned apartment building. From now on, Tony Zucco gets my full attention," Batman said.

"How fortunate for Zucco, because there are two little boys upstairs aching for some of that attention," Alfred commented.

"I'm doing this for them," Batman defended, standing up to face Alfred.

"I'm sure revenge is sweet. However, right now I think those boys need a friend more than a crime fighter," Alfred added.

Batman frowned and removed his cowl, revealing the handsome face of Bruce Wayne.

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Bruce walked up the stairs and stood in front of the door that led to the room that the boys shared. Bruce had offered them separate rooms but they insisted on staying together. He turned the knob and opened the door.

The brothers were seated on the window seat side by side staring out into the night. Danny's head was resting on his brother's shoulder. "Hey boys, how ya doin'?" Bruce asked.

Danny and Dick quickly wiped their eyes, "Fine," Dick mumbled.

Bruce walked over to the brothers as they turned to face him, "Sorry I haven't been around lately. I kinda forget how big and lonely this place can get."

"It's ok," Dick answered. Danny still remained silent.

Bruce took a seat on the window beside Danny, "Hey, I may have some free time starting tomorrow." Bruce reached into his pocket, "How would you boys like to see the Gotham Knight's season opener?"

"Sounds fun," replied Dick.

"What about you Danny?" Bruce asked. Danny just nodded.

Bruce put the tickets back into his pocket, "I know it must be hard on you two." Bruce placed a hand on Danny's shoulder. The boy instantly broke into sobs.

"It's my fault. I had heard Mister Haly arguing with him earlier. I saw him enter the tent. I saw him leave. I knew he didn't belong there. I could have done something," Danny sobbed as he bent over and placed his head in his hands.

Bruce rubbed the boys back until his sobs started to stop, "I know. You keep thinking.... if only I could have done something differently. If only I could have warned them."

Danny looked up at the billionaire, "But there isn't anything you could have done," Bruce finished, standing up and walking over to the painting of his parents.

Dick and Danny stood up and walked over to the man. They stared up at the painting. "Your mom and dad?" Dick questioned. Bruce nodded.

Dick looked down. "Does the hurt ever go away?" Danny asked as he stared up at the man.

Bruce's expression turned sad as he turned to the boys, "I wish I could say yes," he said as he placed a hand on both of the boy's shoulders.

He knelt down so that he was eye level with the boys, "But it will get better in time. For both of you. I promise."

Danny shook with sobs and he leaned into Bruce, wrapping his arms around him in a hug. Dick soon joined the hug. And so the three of them sat there on the floor, wrapped in a warm hug.

He felt the brother's tears on his suit. But he didn't care about the suit. He cared about the boys. Zucco would pay. He would make sure of it.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed the latest chappie. I know this seems a little slow moving as this is a Teen Titans crossover not a Batman crossover but I promise that part will be coming eventually. Please let me know your thoughts and don't forget to vote! See you all in the next one!