SCHOOLS OUT! TAKE THAT SUCKERS! Just kidding. Anyway. Here is the next chapter. It's kinda confusing, so at the end I'll try to sumarize it.

Wait... you think that I own Young Justice? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?

Our Home

| Gotham city

| Juvenile detention center

A small boy, about the age of six years, quietly roamed the grounds of Gotham's juvenile hall. No he didn't do anything wrong. That's not why he's in there. People were cruel is the reason. None wanted him, and all the orphanages were back up. They couldn't just send him to Star, or Metropolis, they wouldn't even let his old circus home have him. No, they wouldn't send him any of those places. The kept him in the Juvenile Detention Center, or mini Arkham.

Dick didn't know why he was in here, but he didn't like it, it had been, one, maybe two weeks sense he got in here. He had lost weight and was getting pretty sick. It had rained without stop for at least the last week, and him and the other boys were forced to go outside. The other boys seemed to be fine, but the rain was getting the six year old seriously sick.

Not that he didn't like the rain, just not as much as he used to. He hadn't seen the sun sense his parent's had died all those nights ago. Dick would awake during the night, screaming, horrible nightmares plaguing his dreams. The older boys teased him for them, calling him names and hitting him. He had the bruises to prove it. Each night he would stay up, hoping that the nightmares wouldn't wake him up in the middle of the night again.

The boy was in horrible shape, he was pale, and very thin, black circles were under his eyes and his blue eyes were grey and dull. Anyone with a heart would want to take the boy out of this place. But unfortunate, no one had such a heart in Gotham. No one, but a certain billionaire that is.

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Bruce had thought long and hard about it. He wasn't sure about it at first. But after learning where they were going to keep the boy he knew he had to save him. After all, he had failed the boy already. He wasn't going to fail him again. He looked around the 'mini Arkham' with distaste. How could they lock up a six year old in here? He didn't do anything wrong!

Bruce walked up to the main desk, a guard was sitting at it, he looked up at Bruce. "Can I help you with something?"

"Yes, I heard about Richard Grayson, I'm going to take him home with me. He shouldn't even be here!" Bruce snapped, startling the guard a little.

"Uh, sure, follow me." He said, almost afraid to back talk the billionaire. The guard led him down a few halls, no one was in the cells, confusing Bruce.

"Where is everyone?" he asked.

"Outside, it's free roam right now."

"But it's raining!" Bruce replied, worrying about the six year old.

"They need the fresh air."

"Is Richard with them?"

"He should be no one is aloud in here during free roam."

The guard continued down the hall, coming to a door, he opened it, boys were roaming the grounds, fences that were too high to jump covered the grounds, the fences were covered in barbwires. Bruce looked around, not recognizing any of the boys. The guard looked around too. Finally, a little figure that was hiding in a corner near the fence was spotted. Bruce was about to walk forward but was stopped by the guard.

"No offence, Mr. Wayne, but those kids seriously would try and kill you." Bruce looked at him like he was crazy. "Richard Grayson!" the guard called, attracting the attention of a few boys and the small one in the corner. "Get over here!"

Bruce wanted to strangle the man for ordering the small boy around like that. Bruce noticed that all the kids were wearing dark brown cargo pants and white T shirts, he didn't know quite why, but he didn't question it. As Richard walked forwards, Bruce noticed he was wearing the same uniform of sorts. His hair was plastered to his head, his blue eyes a dull blue – almost grey looking – he looked pale – more than usual – and black circles were under his eyes.

Bruce looked at the boy's pore image; he noticed how skinny the boy looked. The man filled with rage, he couldn't believe someone would do this to a six year old of all people! The guard led them both back inside, leading them to the front desk. Bruce looked down at the boy again. The white T shirt – that was too big – didn't cover his arms all the way, showing bruises that the older boy's had given him.

Bruce heart ached for the boy. He didn't understand why someone would do this. How could someone be so cruel? Once they were back at the front desk Bruce turned towards Richard. He knelt down and looked the boy in the eyes. "Richard, do you remember me?"

The boy looked at for him for a second then gave a small smile. "Ya, your Bruce Wayne, you paid for my par- their funeral." The boy couldn't bring himself to say the word parents, it hurt too much.

Bruce nodded and gave a small smile. "Richard, if you want, I'd like to adopt you. And get you out of this place."

Dick looked at him shocked. "R-really? You'd take me out of this place?"

"Really," Bruce said. "Would you like to come with me? If you do, the papers are already filled out."

Dick was still shell shocked, he hurriedly nodded. Bruce smiled, a real smile, not one of his fake smiles that he used most of the time. Dick left for a few minutes to get what little stuff he had. When he came back, Bruce was waiting for him. Bruce nodded to the guard and led Dick out the door. The boy continued looking at the older man. As if waiting for him to change his mind. As Dick and Bruce walked out the door a black limo pulled up. Dick's eyes widened. An older man got out of the driver's seat, he pulled out an umbrella and walked over to Bruce and Dick.

"Hello Master Bruce, I see you got the young master."

"Dick, this is Alfred Pennyworth, my butler." Dick's eyes widened further.

"Come along, we should get you two out of the rain." Alfred said having the umbrella over all three of them he walked back to the car. Dick followed behind the two older men. Not sure what to think of this all. Alfred opened the door and Bruce slid in. Dick hesitated but saw Bruce's welcoming smile and hopped in. Bruce looked at the boy again, he was shivering and coughed every once and a while.

"You cold?" Bruce asked worriedly.

"A little." Replied the six year old.

"Alfred, can you please turn up the heat a little?"

"Of course Master Bruce," replied Alfred, turning the heat up a little.

The boy still shivered even though it was much warmer in the car. The car pulled up to Wayne Manor after a while. The boy was about to open the door but Alfred quickly stopped him. "Allow me Master Richard." The man said, walking around and opening the door. Dick looked around, seeing the big house his eyes widened.

"Whoa." He said.

Bruce chuckled and led the boy into the house. Bruce noticed Dick's legs were shaky but he wasn't sure why. As he, Dick, and Alfred walked into the house, Dick almost collapsed. Bruce quickly caught him and picked him up, taking him to the kitchen. He placed the six year old on one of the counters. Bruce put the back of his hand against the boy's head, pulling back seconds later after feeling the burning touch.

Dick's eyes were half closed; he softly coughed every now and then. Bruce quickly reached into one of the cabinets and pulled out a thermometer. "Richard, can you open your mouth for me?" Dick nodded and opened his mouth. Bruce put the thermometer under the six year olds tongue and looked to the door way where Alfred was standing, a worried expression on his face.

The thermometer beeped and Bruce pulled it out. The man looked at it his eyes widening. "Alfred, can you get a cold press? He's got a fever of 102.1," Bruce said worriedly.

"Of course sir." The old butler said, walking off.

"Richard? How long have you felt sick?"

"Couple of days." The kid coughed out.

Bruce picked the boy up again, taking him up to the second floor where he had prepared the boy's room. It was mostly empty besides a dresser and a bed. Bruce laid Dick on the bed and pulled the covers up to his chin. "Can- can you tell me about what they did?" Bruce asked quietly.

Dick looked tired but answered anyway. "The older boys constantly beat me up, saying I was circus trash and didn't belong there. The guards did nothing about it. I got little food and little water, mostly because whatever I got my hands on the older kids took from me. They forced me to go out each day even though it was raining too." Dick said as his eyes drooped.

Bruce clenched his fists at hearing this. It was sick! Alfred walked in the door with a cold press, he placed it on the six year olds head. Bruce noticed that the boy had fallen asleep, his slow even breathing was the only thing heard. Bruce smiled at how adorable Dick looked. He would make this work, he would help Dick.

Okay, confusing I know and I'm sorry. Basicly when Bruce first gets Dick out of the Juvenile detention center he's super sick! It's like a flu but worse, I had it when I was around six or seven, I played in the rain too much and got so sick that I could barley stand. It's basicly a flu X2, I hope that you now understand. Next chapter will be up... when I feel like it.