Every morning would be the same. Alfred would come into his room, open the drapes and tried to wake the raven haired boy. Telling him it's time to get up and to be dressed for breakfast then only to be ready for school.
He didn't like it.
Before then, it used to be his mother who woke him every morning. He then would hide beneath the covers and she would playfully tug at the blankets. After the playful act he then have breakfast in bed with his mother. It was always the best thing in the morning. Every morning would be fun and bright.
Now it is just dull and orders. No brightness. Just smalls smiles. He is never there at breakfast, nor when he comes home from school. He is only there when it became dark. Then they become Batman and Robin. Dick would sneak little touches against the Dark Knight, he wanted at least comfort from his father figure, but he didn't give the comfort he wanted. He wanted to go home. Not Bruce's home. His home. Where is mother would always welcome him with open arms and his father would tousle his hair and give him a warm smile. But now everything is gone and he could not go back home. His only home.
The days would always be the same when came from school. He would sit on the sofa and just stare at the lonely walls. No colors and certainly no brightness. How can he live here in Bruce's home? It is not the same! Dick would run up to his room and just stare out the windows. His room is cold and dark. It is the same as all the others rooms here in Bruce's house. If maybe he could change the place a little, but he would think that Alfred or Bruce wouldn't like it. So he would just leave Bruce's home and hang out somewhere where it is nice and colorful.
He would never call it home. It wasn't his home, it was Bruce's everything inside of it belonged to him. None of it was his at all.
"It's all his," Dick said sadly, staring up at the sky.
Sure it is a little comfortable but it is not the same as his own home. His home is warm and Bruce's home is a little cold. Maybe it was just him thinking of it. Bruce must of thought his home was warm unlike for Dick it was cold.
When will he be able to call it home?
He was just a adopted ward. A ward to Bruce. He is still thankful that Bruce took him to his own home when no one could.
When he became the partner to the infamous Batman. He was happy. Batman was fearless and strong just like his parents. Dick is happy to have them well now Batman. Could he be fearless and strong like them? Everyone told him he is, but didn't thinks so. He didn't think he was even Bruce praised him. He thought Bruce faked for his own accord.
He scared inside, but on the outside he shows no fear. Best acted instead. Put on a fake smile and believe what ever people say to him. In the end he would think it is all lies. Sure he loved being Robin but he missed being in the circus where none of his worries come at him.
He just wanted to go back home.
Now he stood in the place where his home once stood, but it is now demolished. He knelt down on his knees and set down a red rose. Soon it would withered and die, but right it was beautiful and red. Love. He loved this place. He felt his eyes burn with tears and then they trickled down his cheeks. He needed to go back to Bruce's house. It was getting late and maybe Bruce would be worry that he was not at home.
When will it be his home again?
Very short but I like it and I hope you liked it too. I was thinking of leaving this as a one-shot, but I don't know so I'm going to leave it as incomplete. Thank you for reading! :D