AN: Fourth chapter. Hope you guys are liking it so far. And I changed a lot of stuff. Now I feel that TT fits better that YJ, since I want Dick to run away at some point.
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Manor
Bruce wasn't sure what to think. He didn't like that feeling. Dick was silent the whole time in the car, but Bruce should have been expecting that. The boy had just lost his parents. Bruce knew what that felt like.
Bruce kept his eyes on the road, but broke the silence to speak to Dick.
"Dick. There's someone I want you to meet when we get to the Manor," Bruce said. Dick nodded at him, but quickly turned his eyes downward. Bruce sighed but didn't press harder. The rest of the drive to the Manor was silent.
Bruce pulled his car into a spot in the garage, and greeted Alfred as he got out.
"Hello Master Bruce," Alfred said in his proper British accent. "And I assume this is young Master Richard?"
"Dick is fine," Dick said quietly. If Alfred was surprised at the quietness, he didn't show it.
"Of course. Master Dick, would you prefer to have a snack in the kitchen, or for me to show you to your quarters?" Alfred asked.
Dick turned his sky blue eyes to the butler.
"What are 'quarters'? Dick asked innocently. Alfred's formal expression softened a little at the young boy's words.
"Simply another word for, ah, bedroom as you would say?" Alfred explained. Dick nodded in understanding.
"I am a little hungry, but whatever works best for you," Dick said. Alfred looked a little surprised at that, but shook it off.
"How about we go to the kitchen for a small snack, and then choose your bedroom?" Alfred suggested.
"Okay," Dick said, following Alfred as he headed towards the kitchen. Bruce trailed behind them.
"WOW! This house is huge!" Dick exclaimed. He looked around the huge house with wonder in his eyes. Alfred smiled an amused smile.
"Here reminds me of someone, does he not?" Alfred asked. Bruce smiled at the old english man.
"It does, doesn't it?" Bruce said fondly.
With a cookie in his hand (How were they so good?) Dick walked up the Manor's humongous stairs behind Alfred. The elderly butler turned back to him at the top of the stairs. The walked toward one of the three hallways on the second floor of the four floors in Wayne Manor.
"You may choose whichever room strikes your fancy, Young Master," Alfred said. Dick looked down the long hallway of rooms at his disposal.
Dick walked slowly down the hallway, peeking into the rooms momentarily. Alfred walked behind him, closing the doors as the boy walked past them. Dick walked into a room about a fourth of the way down the hallway.
The walls were situated in a way that reminded him of his family's trailer. The light shined through the window like it would in the circus tent.
"Can I have this room?" Dick asked Alfred, turning to the butler with his big blue eyes hopeful.
"Of course. I will retrieve linens for your bedroom," Alfred turned to exit the room.
"So, chum. You like this room?" Dick started a little, and turned to find Bruce leaning against the door frame. Dick turned to Bruce.
"Yeah. It reminds me of the circus," Dick said wistfully. Bruce walked over to Dick and put his hand on the young boy's shoulder.
"I hope you'll come to like it here," Bruce said.
AN: This is really short, but I didn't know what else to put into it. Please review?