[Dick had been counting the weeks since he had left the circus. In the sparse amount of time since, his parents had been killing, he'd met Bruce Wayne, and his three sons and daughter and their butler. He'd caught a mobster that had sabotaged the rigging, and he had learned that the Wayne Family had become a team of crimefighting vigilantes, and Bruce had wanted him to be a part of it. He'd spent a lot of time training, and went to public school for the first time in his life.
It was a lot of change all at once. Then Mr. Wayne had died too.
Even if he'd just met the man, he had been kind helpful, and the loss was too fresh on the heels of losing his parents and the circus. He'd attended the funeral, but-- but Bruce had so many other people that he knew, and a lot of other family, and he had hardly known the man and had felt so out of place, and was sure the rest of the family didn't like him that much. Bruce, Alfred and Tim were the only ones that seemed to like him at all. And now that Bruce was gone, he was sure they only wanted to get rid of him. Maybe they'd send him away to an orphanage and he'd never get to be Robin. The thought of being alone scared him. He felt like he was falling without a safety net, just like he had a few months ago.
But high places were where he felt safe. He liked to climb, and since people rarely look up, it was a good place to hide (Bruce had commended him on that fact). He was clinging to the center of the chandelier and his knees bent up to support his chin, unaware of the costly materials that made up the hanging piece. Mr. Pennyworth had come to try and talk him down, but Dick had been blubbering and trying to hold back tears, and the man had departed the room before Dick had been able to tell what he was saying.
He sniffles loudly when he hears the tone of the eldest son now instead, using one hand to rub the corner of his eye.
(He didn't know Damian very well, he had mostly been gone whenever Dick was here, but the man always seemed to be angry and unhappy, and Dick didn't like him very much. He was serious like Bruce, but he was also scary and never smiled and wasn't very nice at all, and Dick was sure Damian disliked him the most.)]
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It was a lot of change all at once. Then Mr. Wayne had died too.
Even if he'd just met the man, he had been kind helpful, and the loss was too fresh on the heels of losing his parents and the circus. He'd attended the funeral, but-- but Bruce had so many other people that he knew, and a lot of other family, and he had hardly known the man and had felt so out of place, and was sure the rest of the family didn't like him that much. Bruce, Alfred and Tim were the only ones that seemed to like him at all. And now that Bruce was gone, he was sure they only wanted to get rid of him. Maybe they'd send him away to an orphanage and he'd never get to be Robin. The thought of being alone scared him. He felt like he was falling without a safety net, just like he had a few months ago.
But high places were where he felt safe. He liked to climb, and since people rarely look up, it was a good place to hide (Bruce had commended him on that fact). He was clinging to the center of the chandelier and his knees bent up to support his chin, unaware of the costly materials that made up the hanging piece. Mr. Pennyworth had come to try and talk him down, but Dick had been blubbering and trying to hold back tears, and the man had departed the room before Dick had been able to tell what he was saying.
He sniffles loudly when he hears the tone of the eldest son now instead, using one hand to rub the corner of his eye.
(He didn't know Damian very well, he had mostly been gone whenever Dick was here, but the man always seemed to be angry and unhappy, and Dick didn't like him very much. He was serious like Bruce, but he was also scary and never smiled and wasn't very nice at all, and Dick was sure Damian disliked him the most.)]
G-- Go away!