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It happened so fast. The look of terror in his father's eyes, the gasping sound that the crowd made. The sickening crack when they hit the floor. He was the lone surviving Grayson by the time he even realized what had happened.
"Mom! Dad!" He remembered everything after that painfully clear, yet blurry, like a nightmare you couldn't wake up from. One thing he did remember was that they wouldn't let him get near his parents. He couldn't quite remember who "they" were, but he remembered hating them with his whole body.
"Shhhh, you're going to be okay. Everything will be okay". A tall blonde man had embraced him. Dick thought it was kind of strange that he didn't notice the man come up to him. Nearby he noticed a red haired child who couldn't have been more than three years older than Dick. His face was painted with a look of shock and terror.
Dick slowly started to relax. No, relax wasn't a good word. It was more like he stopped crying quite so loud.
The man told him that his name was Barry. He introduced the red haired boy as his nephew, Wally. Wally didn't talk much. Dick didn't mind. Talking was the last thing he was interested in right now.
Some adults took him away. They put him in a home. At least, they called it a home. It didn't feel like one. The other kids called him a circus freak, and a silent freak, and just plain freak. He didn't care. He did care when the adults did it though. Sure, they didn't do it outright, but he could see it. The way their smile faltered when they saw him, or when they microscopically flinch away when he got near them. Most people wouldn't notice it, but Dick did. He was observant.
One day, after a few weeks, Barry came to the home with a red haired woman who looked like his wife. They signed some papers and talked to one of the people. He technically wasn't supposed to be watching, but he was pretty good at hiding from people. He had practiced every day since Batman saved his family from a group of thugs back in Gotham.
Barry and his wife (Dick learned her name was Iris) left with him that day. He wasn't quite sure why they would want him, but he wasn't complaining. They were much nicer than the people at the home.
"Where's Wally?" Dick asked when they got home.
Barry smiled. "He doesn't live here. We're his Aunt and Uncle. He lives in Blue Valley"
"Can I see him sometime?"
"Sure thing, kiddo"
To be honest, Wally's Dad was scary. His Mom was nice enough, but even Wally seemed to avoid his father for some reason. This confused Dick weren't children supposed to love their parents? He knew he always loved his.
A/N: So, I've noticed that there are several stories out there where Wally is adopted by by Bruce, but none where Barry adopts Dick. At least, none that I've read.