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Baby Bird Comes Home
Tim's POV
I sat in my bed, clutching my shin. I was bawling my eyes out, and my shin was bleeding. It's not that my shin hurt too much or anything like that it was just that I messed. I try so hard to make mommy and daddy proud but everything I did I messed up. I need to stop crying, crying is forbidden. I finally stop crying and enter into a state of pure bliss and blackness.
Line Break
I wake up to the sound of sirens outside the house. Police sirens. Why are the police outside my house? I thought that my parents were good people, I know for a fact that my parents are perfect. Wait, if they are good why are the police outside of the house? Oh that's why. They are here for me; they know I have been bad today. They know how terrible I have been. Maybe mommy and daddy called the police on me because I have been super bad. I am surprised that it took this long for them to call the police. Everything I do is bad and I mess it up. But they love me; they are my mom and dad. They have to love me I am their son. I start to cry again, I am so frustrated I need to cry right now. Suddenly my door is thrust open and a blinding light comes into my line of eyesight. A man rushes into my room wearing a blue uniform. The police, they're here to get me. "Clear," the police man said.
"Wait," another man said, "I hear something." The second man walked over to my bed and pulled the blanket off me. "Hey kid, I am going to need you to come with," he said. I jumped out of bed and followed him out of the room. We walked out to the front yard of the house, where there was a bunch of police cars all with their lights on. The police man led me to a man with a police jacket on. He was old, fully equipped with grey hair and a grey mustache. The two men began talking but I couldn't hear them over the sound of the police cars; but I assumed they were talking about me. Then Mr. Wayne, my neighbor, appeared out of nowhere and started talking to the two other men. Then the man wearing the police jacket crouched down to my level, "Hello Timothy, my name is Jim Gordon. I am the Police Commissioner in Gotham. I am sorry to have to tell you this and I really don't want to tell you this but I have to so here goes, your parents passed away in a plane crash this evening."
Wait what, they're dead. Tears start streaming down my face as it's suddenly hard to breathe out here. But they loved me, they can't leave. "Because of this you are going to live at your neighbor's house for the time being, you know Mr. Wayne don't you?"
I look up at Mr. Gordon and actually crack a small sad smile; and I nod my head. I like the Wayne's they're all nice to me and play with me, and give me candy, and hug me. I won't be bad for them like I was with my parents. I swear I am going to be their perfect little boy. Mr. Wayne comes over to me and gives me a small smile. I take his hand and together we walk away from Drake Manor, toward a new life.