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The sun streamed through the windows, right onto his face.
He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, willing the sun to go away.
"Sun, sun, Fuck Off." He muttered, turning his head away from the windows.
"Ah, you're awake," Alfred said cheerily, placing a hand on his forehead to check his temperature.
"Fuck off," the boy snarled, "if that's God, I think you sent the wrong guy to Hell."
Alfred chuckled and set a glass of ice water on his nightstand. The boy's large, bright blue eyes snapped open and he eyed the glass sceptically.
"Didn't drug it, did you?" he inquired, his eyes narrowing in a near perfect replica of the Bat-glare. Alfred smiled. "Of course not, young sir," he said, his voice thick with sarcasm.
The boy glared at him for a few more seconds before picking up the glass and downing it quickly.
"Where am I?" He said, fingering the soft cotton t-shirt he was wearing. It was several sizes too big for him, but was quite warm and smelled like the Flower Shop he passed every day to meet the Sandwich Truck.
"You are in Wayne Manor, Master…" Alfred trailed off, his eyes questioning.
The boy's eyes flashed, like shining a torch on silver glitter on a table. "Danny," he said, holding out his hand. Alfred took it and gave it a light squeeze. "Danny Wilde."
The Butler nodded and released Danny's hand.
"Well, Master Daniel, I told Master Bruce I would wake him when you regained consciousness, He should be in his study."
Danny suddenly threw back the covers and sat up.
He abdomen was bandaged, the gauze was clean, which meant the shallow, though once mortal, wounds were healing very nicely.
"You think you could bring him in here?" he grinned, "I'd like to meet him."
Alfred simply nodded with a "very well, young sir," and left down the halls of the immense Wayne Manor.
Bruce sighed as he typed half-heartedly on his computer, cringing at how little work he had done in the past three hours.
The boy he'd saved three days ago was healing well, the stitches were holding and there were no complications. But even with that information, he couldn't get that horrible image of that innocent child being used by some pervert and left for dead.
"Master Bruce?" Alfred's calm British voice jolted him from his memories.
"Yes, Alfred?" The Wayne Heir questioned. "I would like to inform you the boy, Daniel- er- Danny has awoken."
Bruce's head snapped up.
"Really?" he said, and Alfred nodded.
"Daniel Wilde. Is his name, sir. Bright young lad, I must say."
Bruce stood and walked quickly to Danny's bedroom.
The boy was lying on his side, staring out the windows as two robins flew in loops and dives around the branches of a large oak. He had a thoughtful look on his young face; a dimple appeared between his eyebrows as he concentrated. Bruce smiled, adorable, he thought happily.
"I know you're there," Danny said suddenly, causing Bruce to jump. "How did I end up in the upper class part of Gotham?"
Bruce walked over and stretched out in the bed, his left hand behind his head and his ankles crossed. He looked out the window as well and saw the two robins had nested. They were chirping and building at the same time. It made Bruce smile.
"I found you on the doorstep, bleeding, Alfred, my Butler, was a doctor in the British army, so he mended your injuries and looked after you. That was three days ago, you've been unconscious since then." He explained, placing his large right hand over Danny's much smaller left one. "Do you have any family? Anyone I could call to pick you up?"
Danny didn't respond. He was still except for his breathing. His gave locked on the robins.
"Danny? Is there something wrong? Does anything hurt?" Bruce pressed, worried Danny was injured further.
Suddenly, Danny made a choking sound and whipped around to face Bruce, there were tears pouring down his cheeks and his eyes were filled with grief.
"My mom sold me for a few grams of coke!" he sobbed brokenly, his eyes boring into Bruce's. "I tried to run! But they came after me! I…I fought hard! But…but there were so many!" Bruce pulled the boy into his arms, holding him as he sobbed, whispering words of comfort in his ear until there were no more tears left to be shed.
"You're safe now," he told the sniffling child, "you can stay here with me in the manor, and I'll adopt you so you're legally my son. I'll never let anyone hurt you, Danny!"
Danny stared at him, his eyes brightening and that sheen returning. A grin stretched across the boy's face and he giggled, a sound that made Bruce's heart swell.
"Thank you Mr Wayne!" Danny cried, hugging his neck tightly, "thank you so much! I promise I'll make you so proud! I promise!"
I'm sorry these are so short, I have trouble writing really long stuff, but I get the story out, right? And no reviews for chapter one? That sucks, well, lets see how this one goes?
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