It was the middle of the night after a long patrol when Bruce suddenly felt the need to open his eyes. He wielded to the feeling and opened his eyes. There, by his hand, was a glowing in the darkness. For some reason, his brain told him to poke the weird mass. It was in the middle of the night after all and his mind harden completely woken up. He moved his hand and poked the mass lightly. The thing was warm and mumbled slightly. "Fuck," he thought. Bruce then convinced himself that if he just went to sleep, the thing would go away. It was probably just his imagination. Bruce rolled back over and closed his eyes, only to hear a soft movement. The mass was moving towards him! Now fully awake, he kicked the mass off the bed and grabbed a baterang from his bedside draw. "Come at me fucker," he muttered as he waited for it to pop back up over the bedside.

Only, when the mass did pop up, it wasn't a monster or a trap. It was the nine year old he had adopted. Dick had a shocked expression on his face and stared at Bruce. Bruce tried to connect the dots as to why he saw something glowing. Then he remembered. He had bought Dick glow in the dark pajamas yesterday because he said he was scared of the dark. It was cheaper than a night light on the electric bill. Bruce then reasoned that he probably had a nightmare and, seeking comfort, lay on his bed with him. He was shaken out of his thoughts when Dick began to whimper, like he was about to cry. "Don't cry, please don't cry. I didn't mean to," Bruce pleaded, picking the small boy up. "Just go back to sleep. This was all a dream," he said. If Dick believed that he would think he had mind control powers. "A dream?" Dick asked, leaning into Bruce's chest. "Yes and in a few minutes you won't even remember this happened." he insisted. "Hopefully," was added under his breath. As if by magic, Dick believed him and fell back asleep. "Thank God."

Bonus

Dick and Bruce had breakfast as normal. Bruce thought he had gotten away with kicking his son off the bed until Alfred told Dick to go play. "Don't think I didn't hear you kick him off the bed," Alfred stated. Bruce spit out his coffee. "How did you?"

"Because I know everything."