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Chapter 6

-Barbara's POV-

I giggled at Dick's text and thought about how to reply. I didn't want to sound idiotic or too creepy. I thought for a second for the almost perfect reply, 'lol XD u r whelming urself I totally felt the aster w/ u 2 nite also we should hang out sometime mayb sat.?:)' I sent the reply hoping for an answer soon. I grew a liking to him. I though he was funny, intelligent, and easy to be with. It past an hour and I still didn't get a reply. Did i sound to creepy? Maybe I should've not said to hang out? That did sound a little bit too harsh. Crap. My ringtone echoed in my bedroom making me jump and almost drop my phone. I excitedly looked at my phone but was disappointed finding it was Bruce calling not Dick's reply. I answered his call already getting my Batgirl costume.

"What up," I greeted him.

"Trouble," he answered gravely.

"Duh, where," I asked for the location of the crime.

"99 Morham Street." Bruce hung up the phone and my room grew silent once more. As I finished putting on my costume I thought Dick's in invisible reply. 'Maybe, he was just busy or asleep,' I thought as I snuck out of the window.

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What I saw was police cars blaring their sirens and bystanders whispering and crying about the current events. I saw Batman talking to a police man and I ran up to him.

"Where is the boy," Batman asked harshly. 'Boy? What boy?' I thought.

"He was taken by Gordon. Don't know where they're headed to but probably the office," answered the police man slightly cowering at Batman's harsh voice.

"Alright." With that Batman stalked off. I gave a curt nod at the officer and went to catch up with the Bats.

"Did you really have to be that harsh, Bats," I jokingly asked.

"This is no time to be harsh," Batman hissed. I flinched at Batman's tone.

"Okay, so what's the story," I asked.

"Two people were killed by Geoffrey Higgins. One male and female; the female shows signs of being raped. They adopted a boy but he was remained uninjured." I let the information sink in and then I a nagging feeling that something was wrong.

"Who were they?" Batman gave no answer and I asked again more harshly.

Batman gave a sigh as he took out his grabbing hook, "William and Veronica Collins. He's fine other than some bruising on his left ankle and right wrist but he's more emotionally wrecked." Oh my god, Dick. Both of his families had been murdered. Wow, oh god, how painful that must be.

"So what are we doing now?" I asked.

"We're finding Geoffrey. He managed to escape." I cursed slightly at this news. I just hope that Dick will be alright.

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-Dick's POV-

I was currently at the police station sitting in a hard plastic green chair and a duffel bag full of my clothing next to me. I stared at the jelly donut in my hands. Jelly was the color of blood. I didn't like the color of blood; it was mean.

"Can I call you Dick? My daughter, Barbara talked about you. She seems to like you a lot," Commissioner Gordon said to me. I slowly nodded my head. I'm afraid you have to sleep in juvenile detention center until we get a call from Will's and Veronica's relatives to come and get you and there is no more in the orphanages." He smiled warmly at me and patted my damp hair. The first thing I got here I did was take a shower in the shower stalls at the police bathrooms. The blood drained down and I scrubbed my body hard trying to get rid all of the dried blood. I threw the suit out and wore a white T-shirt and grey sweats. It was so funny how like it was turning in to their deaths. It was like reliving the moment but with different people. I whimpered slightly and clenched my fists making the donut in hand to crumble.

"Not hungry," Gordon asked as he took the donut back. He cleaned my hands with a Kleenex and I watched him do so with dead eyes.

"You know Babs said something about your eyes. How she loved them how they sparkle and how bright they were." Gordon chuckled at the fond memory about his daughter.

"What do my eyes look like now," I asked weakly.

Gordon thought for a moment for the right answer and finally he answered truthfully, "Lonely, scared." I nodded at his answer. Quietness enveloped us as I I wrapped my arms around my knees and put my head down on them. I closed my eyes wanting to escape everything. The pain. The loneliness. The hurt. Everything.

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Commissioner Gordon parked at the Juvenile detention center and got out of the car. It still had the same murky walls and moss reaching up in the corners of the building. It was so familiar. Everything was the same. Same place. Same pain. Same. Same. Same…. I walked alone not waiting for Barbara's dad and met Betty and same maple wood desk. Same white room. Same. Same. Same…

"Richard? What are you doing here?" It was still the same voice. Crackling and high from screaming too much at the troubled teens that came here. It was all the same.

"Sweetie, are you alright," Betty asked while standing up from her seat and kneeling towards me.

"Dick, there you are," said Commissioner Gordon coming into the juvenile center.

"Oh, commissioner. What happened?" Her tone was a mixture of concern and confusion. The commissioner and she had met many times when the commissioner has to being in a child who had taken the wrong path.

The woman thought, "Has Richard taken a foul path also? He surely wouldn't right? Even though I had met the boy for a short while I grew to take care of him like a grandchild I had lost long ago. Richard had visited me in smiles and stories to tell me about his new family and seeing him in smiled had warmed my heart. But, now his blue crystal eyes looked dull, unplayful, and untrusting. What had happened to him?" Betty got up and shielded me from the commissioner.

Gordon looked unsure how to answer so I answered for him, "Will and Veronica are dead." Both adults looked at me in worry. Betty kneeled again to my height and hugged me tight but I didn't hug back. I couldn't do that to her. Everyone I get close to dies and I don't want Betty to die. I don't want anyone to die so I won't get close to anybody. It was that simple. I get close to no one and then no one dies. Betty ended the hug and eyes were rimmed with tears.

-Bruce's POV-

I practically searched the entire city but I still couldn't find the bastard. Batgirl left an half hour ago saying that if she didn't go back her dad will find her bed room vacant. My limbs were getting sore and tired from grappling building to building. It was getting late even for batman standards. But I needed to find the man. Who killed Dick's second family? I knew the pain of losing family and Dick also knew and he was reliving the nightmares of losing precious family members. So to help Dick in a way I will bring Geoffrey to justice. But I also knew that didn't end the pain, the anger, the loneliness but it helped some. But I could not find the damn man. He couldn't have disappeared in thin air, right? But it was possible in this city. In this cold-hearted city ever thing cruelly impossible was turned possible. A crocodile that could talk and rob banks, a laughing gas that made you clench in pain-litterly, and a man who loved to scare you to death. Everything was cruelly possible in this polluted, grey city. So a man with a disappearing act was indeed possible. He needed to head back to the cave for more information on the man.