Characters: Dick/Robin and Bruce/Batman
Summary: Really, they're perfect for each other. The wooden boy and the stone man.
Pairings: None. Just family fluff.
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The moment his family starts to fall, all the color drains from his face, turning cheeks still slightly pudgy from baby fat dead white.
The moment his mother screams his name, his heart stops and he can't breathe.
And the moment they hit the ground, their bones crunching and red stuff flying everywhere, a part of him dies with them.
He screams.
Loudly.
And stares down at all the blood.
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Things go downhill quickly after that.
Dick only catches glimpses of the bodies, resting underneath white sheets, and a strange tall man wearing a cowl with pointy ears, before he's ushered away into a police car.
The next thing he knows, he's being dropped off in front of a shabby looking orphanage, with the police officer driving away in his cruiser, leaving only a hasty promise of bringing Dick's belongings later.
Even the officer wants to get away from the strange, cold, little boy who was laughing only hours earlier.
He knows this, but Dick doesn't dwells on it. He starts walking towards the orphanage door, feeling like eyes are staring at him from all its broken, cracked windows.
He moves robotically, woodenly.
He's the wooden boy now. Carved and painted carefully to look normal, but hard and cold underneath.
Like stone, but there's still a hint to the boy he once was in his eyes. He's softer than stone.
So he's wooden.
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About a week goes by.
About.
He's not really sure. He hasn't been paying attention to life, too busy staying cooped up in his shabby room.
...
No one talks to him.
Everyone stares, but there's no talking. Only silence.
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One day, he pulls himself out of bed, and drags himself towards the window, because he can hear a bird chirping through all the cracks in the window.
When he reaches his goal, he's startled to see a robin.
"I was going to name you Robin, when you were born." His mother whispers in his ear. "But your father wouldn't let me." And she laughs, and he laughs also, with her ghost in his mind.
Then something catches his eye, and his head turns to face it.
His reflection, in the mirror, that only thing still intact in this hellhole. And he stares and stares and stares at what he sees.
Dick's lost weight. A lot of it.
His clothes hang off him, his hair is matted, and he looks rumpled and nowhere near as dignified as his mother always said he should be.
He's as thin as a stick.
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One day, a shiny shiny shiny black car pulls up in front of the orphanage. It stops, somehow, like a freak of nature, and a man steps out of the car. He's tall, handsome, and obviously rich rich rich.
Dick watches all of this silently from his bedroom window, eyes wide open.
The rich man's face is completely impassive, with no sign of emotion on him. It's like he's some stone angel, sent to punish this orphanage for their heinous crimes. Retribution will be swift and merciless.
But what's their crime? Is it… is it him?
The stone man's eyes look up at the orphanage, just like Dick had when he had arrived a week ago, and Dick can't help but balk when the stone man seems to stare right at Dick's window.
But that's impossible. Right?
Dick can feel himself slowly start to back away from the window, before fleeing into the mad chaos that is outside his doorway.
No one told him angels could be so terrifying.
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Part two sometime up later/tomorrow.
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