"Mamica!" I screeched, quickly getting off of the ladder and running to her. Her bones were wrong. Every single one of them. She looked like her insides imploded and stayed inside. Dad looked just like her, mirrored faces of pain and anguish. I knelt beside them, and once I did the tears started to flow.

"Va rugam sa trezesti la." I said, until Dick came behind me. I looked at him and pulled him close. He started whispering for me to look away, that something like this could really set me off. I didn't listen to him, I kept looking at my mom and dad. How easily we had lost them.

Then the police came, and started to cover them up. I didn't speak just held on to my big brother. I didn't know exactly what I wanted to say but It wouldn't be anything good. After a while one of the men tried to pick me up, almost tearing me away from my brother.

"Dă-mi drumul! Stai departe demine!" I yelled,wrestling out of the policeman's hold and putting myself in the same position I was in before with Dick. No one bothered us for a few minutes, but then a man in a suit sank to one knee in front of us. We both turned to look at me, and I held my brothers hand.

"My name is Bruce Wayne. I wanted to let you know that you guys have to go somewhere to live now because... For now, I'm not allowed. They said they'll bring you somewhere safe,okay?" He said, then stopped to make sure we understood exactly what he was saying. After we nodded, he continued.

"I don't exactly know what will happen next but I'm sure you'll be okay if you stay together. You ready?" He said, standing up. He put a hand out, obviously expecting one of us to take it. I picked Dick up and walked away from Bruce towards the policeman from before. I tugged on his jacket, lightly. When he turned to look at me, I quickly uttered a sentence.

"I'm really sorry for hitting you." I said, looking up at him. His face softened when he looked at me. I put it the fact that there was blood on my face because I tried to wipe the tears from my eyes and put the blood on my hands there. Me and my brother went inside the cop car and stayed quiet.

Then, the sirens started and we drove away from the place my parents died. We also drove away from Bruce, and for some reason I didn't want to leave his side. I could tell from Dick's expression that he shared the thought. Why did we both feel that way? I don't even want to know. But as we approached the building, which looked predominately scary, all thoughts of Bruce left.


Bruce's POV

I walked inside the manor, briskly, still not understanding my actions for the actions. There parents had died and I didn't know what to do. I should have just forced Gordon to let me bring them home.

Now what? Where will they go? Wherever they go, this is Gotham. They most likely aren't able to handle anything that happens here, Bruce thought, while pacing holes into the then came in, wondering exactly put him on edge.

" Master Bruce, would you please tell me what is on your mind?" Alfred asked,trying to pursue the matter.

"I made an appearance today at a circus, but during the performance, two acrobats fell. They had two kids, a boy and a girl. They saw them both fall." He said, quietly. Then he sat down on the couch, putting one leg over the other. Alfred went to sit next to him.

"May I suggest adopting them?" Alfred said, looking to Bruce.

"I never applied for that status." Bruce replied.

"May I suggest applying?" Alfred said back.

"That kind of process takes a long time."

"Every time you forget you're Batman,I feel like hitting you in the head, Master Bruce." Alfred said, getting up and going into the kitchen. I cocked an eyebrow, looking over at his retreating figure.

"I also suggest you fix your face, Master Bruce" Alfred said, not even looking at me. I took that chance to go to the cave, and fix some records.


Alex's POV

He lied. That stupid heartless piece of crap lied to us. How is the world is a juvenile detention center safe? Someone needed to check their priorities and look at this looked like hell. A red fiery hell on the earth.

Every second someone was getting their face punched in or throwing food. I instantly reached out my had and Dick took it. Then, we both looked for a place to sit in this overflowing cafeteria and looked for a place to sit. We settled on the back wall, a place where some of the people avoided going to.

"What now?" Dick asked, looking to me as his black bang sashayed across his face.

"I really don't know. For now, we live for mom and dad. That's the best thing we can do for them." I replied, not even bothering to brighten the mood. After sitting for a while, a group of guys came up to us.

We had already taken a shower, but as a reminder of the day I left some of the blood on my cheek. I would probably wash it off before going to bed. They looked at us, as if expecting something.

"You kids... move along." The leader said. He was a slim but most likely strong guy. I gripped Dick's arm tightly, begging him to sit and be quiet. We were definitely not moving.

"Are you deaf or something? Get the hell out of my territory." He said, trying to threaten me. Nothing could threaten me, not after what I saw today.

"I'm not deaf! I'm not moving. Just... find some new territory or something." I said, looking up at him. Some of the people were taken aback by the way I looked, but the leader was only angry about how I had disrespected him.

"Listen, you brat! I'm in here because I stabbed three people. Three! If you think that's going to scare me, you've got the wrong guy." He said, almost grinning.

"Today my parents died right in front of me. We are probably going to be in the news. I don't even care about that. But after today, nothing you say will make me do anything. And since they are dead, I've got nothing to lose If I kill you." I said quietly, not even wasting my time to look up. After a minute I looked up, they were gone.

"I can't believe you did that." Dick said finally, starting to smile.

"I know. I'm in for it now. Come on, let's go get some sleep." I said, getting up. We walked through the hallways, finding the room we would be living in. It was small, but still livable. We both got into our cots and make ourselves sleep.

My dreams weren't filled with nightmares.

Just the worst type of dream I've ever had.

Darkness.


Sooo... that was Day One of the four part of this arc; Jailed. This chapter was pretty late, I will admit that. But it's only because I wanted it to actually make some sense. At first, it was all jumbled and Bruce sounded like a complete asshole. But I fixed him. Hope you like it. . Subscribe...

And Eat Good Chicken!...Unless your a vegan, then... get that good tofu.

[1]- Wake up, please

[2]-Let go of me! Stay away from me!