Road to Healing



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Summary: Bruce takes Dick on a bussiness trip. Things start to go wrong and as the hours pass by, they realize they'll need to take a road to healing if they want to return home...

Characters: Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson

This is one of many fics to come from OneMind.

First, a little background information. Our names are Kanny Ruiz and Christine Wood. Kanny lives in Spain and I, in Georgia, USA. It's was a challange at first to put together our first story (which we will post in the near future). Regardless, we had a lot of fun and found it amazing how fast we figured out a system. We now work together like a well-oiled machine.

We are excited about the different ideas we share with each other and are saving them to a file to go back later when we are ready for a new story.

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Kanny & Christine
Chapter 1

Dick parked his motorcycle in front of the apartment building and cut the engine. He sat there for a minute. "O ne more day like this and I'm going to start growing grey hair." he said to himself as he pulled his helmet off. He ran his hands through his raven hair and dismounted his bike.

He tucked the helmet under his arm as he made his way into the building. Dick stopped to grab his mail before he turned to trudg up the stairs toward his apartment. All he wanted was a hot shower and something to eat. He'd been up for almost 24 hours and on second thought..., he'd settle for just the hot shower before he crashed until it was time to suit up for patrol.

Dick sifted through the assortment of junk mail and bills as he neared the top of the staircase. He slowed his ascent as he noticed that his apartment door was ajar. Dick stopped on the second to last step, without taking his eyes off his door, he placed the mail inside his helmet and bent down to set it on the floor. He quickly flattened his body against the wall in the hallway and snaked his way toward the door.

Dick paused for a moment before kicking it open. He dove into a somersault and landed in a crouch with his back to the corner.

No one was in the kitchen. Very cautiously, he looked behind the door. Satisfied, he shut and latched it without making a sound.

That's when he saw it.

The file.

He had been looking over the Milanki case last night. This morning, when he had left for work, it was sitting on his kitchen table. Now it had made its way over to the counter, and was now open. That meant one thing. 'someone had been... or... still is here'.

Dick removed the nightstick from his duty belt, and silently cursed to himself for not opening the window blinds before leaving for work that morning.

Nothing appeared to be out of place.

Even the gold watch, which he had received as a graduation present was exactly were he had left it. Sitting in plain sight on top of the end table.

If this was not a robbery, which by all accounts, was not; then the odds just took an unfavorable turn for the worst. What other motive would someone have to break into his home. There were two possibilities.

Number one. They were looking for the only heir to the Wayne Fortune. Even though the adoption had been complete for only one month, the paparazzi seem to know the latest scoop on anyone in the public's eye even before it happened.


Number two. They were looking for Nightwing. Nothing more needed to be said about that.

Satisfied that the living room was secured; Dick turned to make his way down the hallway. He made it just past the couch when someone placed a hand on his shoulder.

With speed that only the Flash could top, Dick fell into a crouch and spun around to deliver a brutal blow to the intruder's gut.

To say he was shocked' when the nightstick was halted inches from its destination would be putting it lightly.

"I thought that after all your years of training, you would know how to keep your home secure." Said a voice that Dick known since he was nine.

"SHIT!!" Dick said as he clutched his chest. "Don't do that to me!"

Bruce shrugged his shoulders. "When you leave your home unsecured, you leave yourself wide open for all kinds of surprises"

Dick shot him a glare as he re-holstered his nightstick and made his way into the kitchen. He removed the clip and freed the chamber of his firearm before placing it in the fireproof safe that was hidden in the front closet. Dick then removed his duty belt and placed it on the kitchen counter as Bruce walked in the room.

"So what's up, I assume this isn't a social call" said Dick as he pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down to take off his boots.

"You have the next three days off. Is that right?" Bruce asked as he leaned up against the counter

"That's right" Dick answered. He sat back in the chair and turned a suspicious eye toward Bruce.

"Why? … What do I have planned this time?" Dick asked with a sarcastic tone. He knew all too well where this conversation was headed.

Without skipping a beat Bruce continued, "Do you feel like going skiing?"

Dick raised an eyebrow. Batman; taking a vacation?? Riiiight, when pigs fly. Something's up, Grayson. Batman never, ever, takes a vacation…'

Dick got up and retrieved his helmet and mail from the hallway.

'"Skiing, huh?" Dick closed the door. "What do you have up your sleeve Bruce?" he asked as he walked into his bedroom to change out of his uniform.

"Nothing," Bruce answered from the hallway. "I just thought that after the opening of the new Edmonton office in Canada, we could get in some skiing time."

"And theeere it is" Dick said as he reappeared tucking his shirt into his faded jeans.

"Look, Bruce" Dick started as he massaged his temples; he was starting to get a headache.

Bruce put up a hand and cut him off. "I know what you're going to say, Dick"

"If you know what I'm going to say then why are you here, Bruce?" Dick sighed, "Look, no offence or anything, but haven't we been through this a thousand times before? …... I'm not corporate material."

"I just want you to know how this works, from the inside. You know you're more than capable of doing it."

"I know what I'm capable of, Bruce"

"And I'm not here to test you on that, Dick"

Dick let out a long sigh as he plopped down on the couch.

Bruce walked over to the coffee table and sat down in front of Dick saying, "Look…, One day I'm not going to be here, and you are my only heir. When all that pressure is on your shoulders, you have to know what to do. There are thousands of people who work for Wayne Enterprises and they need a honest and reliable CEO. I don't trust anyone but you to do what is right. With that position, comes a lot of money and with a lot of money comes a lot of power.

To quote Lord Action, 'power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.'

Dick had been sitting with his elbows on his knees and his head hanging down.

Bruce paused, …... "Son, look at me." When Dick returned his gaze he continued, "Dick I don't want anyone else, I want you. And do you know why? Because I know that you are going to do the things that need to be done with the Wayne Fortune and I'm counting on your for that."

Dick sat there and looked at the man he had considered his father for many years now. Being a CEO is just about the last thing he wanted to do with his life. Sitting all day long stuck in an office, buried behind mountains of paperwork. Paperwork…. That's the only thing he disliked about being a cop.

He leaned his head to the back of the couch and rubbed his face with his hands. There was no way was going to get out of this trip. Bruce wasn't there to ask him to go. Rather, he was there to inform him where he was going.

The sooner he agreed, the sooner he'd be left to get some sleep.

"Ok, ok, … ok. I'll go" said Dick in mock surrender, "What time tomorrow do we leave?"

"Now" Bruce said as he tossed something at Dick's feet . It was one of his duffle bags, conveniently, already packed.

To be continued...