Why?

Dick sighed as he heard a knock on his door. "Master Dick! Master Bruce wishes for you to meet him out back." Alfred said.


"Alright, be there in a sec!" Dick said as he sighed. He put his jacket on and followed Alfred out back. Bruce was sitting on the bench staring at the sky as he turned to see the twelve-year old. "What do you want me out here for, Bruce?"


"Richard, sit with me," Bruce said.


"Oh, no. What did I do now?" Dick asked, worry in his gaze.


"It's nothing like that, Dick. It's just...you have been so hard on yourself lately. I want to know what is wrong and why you haven't been talking to me about it." Dick turned away. He didn't want to tell Bruce what was really bugging him. He wouldn't understand. "Dick! I know you have been worried, but I don't know what you have been worried about. Would you please just open up and tell me?" Dick shook his head. "Please Dick! Please talk to me!"


"Bruce..." Dick murmured. Should he say something? No! He couldn't tell Bruce that he didn't feel like a real hero! Besides, he was just a boy in a mask, with no skills whatsoever! "I...I can't! You wouldn't understand!"


"Then tell me!" Bruce said. Concern turned to anger. Dick sighed walking away from his mentor.


"I'm sorry," Dick murmured walking inside. Alfred who had been there the whole time shook his head.


"Please, Master Bruce! Give the boy some time to figure it out for himself!" Alfred said. Bruce nodded. What is going on with him? He shouldn't be so down! He is always so talkative, but now...he seems sad and reserved.


-the end of chapter two. I know it was REALLY short! But I promise I will have longer chapters! And please read it! I love writing, and have occasional writer's block, so if I do not update, that's why.

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