A/N thanks to LiveLove2Laugh, zafttwin, and allen niichan for favoriting and following the story.
disclaimer:Nothing has changed since the first time I wrote this...
They were falling, the ground was coming up to meet them. The scene changed, he was crying over their bodies, he heard a voice behind him and it was the same mismatch eyed man holding a gun to his head. Now he was back at the detention centre. The other boys were kicking him. Calling him freak and orphan kid and circus clown and monkey. Then he was in the manor, Alfred and Bruce were in front of him, Bruce picked him up and roughly threw him at the door. Yelling that he never loved him and he never would be loved. Saying the things those mean people on the news said and those pristine people at the parties. Just a plaything he was.
He woke up sweating, crying, yelling. Tangled up in the sheets that were choking him. He gasped for breath and slid off his bed. After a few moments he started heading towards the door. He fumbled with the door knob before pushing it open. He turned around and decided to take his journal and stuffed elephant with him. Quickly rushing over to his desk he swiped his journal before running to his bed and untangling him elephant he began his slow journey downstairs. He lightly tip toed down the stairs and shuffled along the corridors until he made it to the drawing room. Or the picture room as he lightly dubbed it. He sat in his usual place underneath the desk and looked out at the room from his limited viewpoint. He always had the best ideas when he looked at things but at the same time he couldn't. Like if he squinted his eyes until everything went blurry.
He pulled out his journal and allowed himself to calm down. He was just about to start drawing when he heard a noise next to the desk he was under. It was like something was scraping along the floor, but the sound sounded like it was going up. He pushed himself silently closer to the wall and saw pristine black shoes leave the room 'Alfred' he thought.
He slowly let out the breath he was holding and shuffled out of his hiding spot. He looked to where he heard the odd noise and only saw an aged grandfather clock. He frowned and started looking at it more intently. Running his hands along the sides and prodding the clock face. He sat a foot away from the base and just starting staring at the clock. Soon his eyes were drawn to the weird tick-tocking thing in the glass case. Mesmerized by the side-to-side movement. Then his eyes lit up and he scrambled to his feet. He tried to open the glass casing but it refused to move.
He looked down and noticed his journal and pen lying on the floor next to the desk. he picked up the journal and found what he was looking for. A paperclip. He straightened it out and pulled out an elastic that was tied around his pen. He started fiddling around with the lock until a satisfying click greeted his ears before the door opened and he got a closer look inside. The golden beam in the middle kept getting in his way and, irritated, he grabbed at it effectively halting it's movements.
He got a sudden idea and pulled down on the bar with both hands. He heard an odd sound, much like when you close the car door too hard. But the sound was muffled and Dick let go with a surprised squeak. He stepped back as the clock slid up the wall to reveal a small glowing compartment. He quickly rushed inside and watched in fascination as a black door slid to cover his view and he felt himself lower below the foundation of the manor. The compartment opened once again and he let out a gasp.
He was now in a large cave. With multiple levels that seemed to stretch forever. A few floors down he saw a large floor much like the others, except this one had a small circle connected to it that was right in the middle of the large hole that all the other floors left open. He saw a small training area and an entire floor filled with small black objects that were completely disassembled or half-way done. On the floor Dick was at, he saw a large computer screen with million, jillion other screens connected to it. He walked slowly around the circumference of the floor. Reading labels of some of the broken weapons and trying not to touch anything that looked too important or dangerous or shiny or anything.
He just made a full lap around the floor when he heard a roaring come from below. He peeked his little head over the edge and saw some lights come through a large hole he didn't notice before. The lights shrunk in size until a large black armored car drove into the small circle in the middle. He gasped as he saw a black figure jump out and he rushed to hide behind one of the tables and quickly hid himself in the shadows.
He heard an odd shwwwwiiipppp noise and saw the dark figure walk towards the monitors.'Batman' thought the child. The Dark Knight sat down and waved a hand over the table. Suddenly all the monitors turned on and a holographic keyboard appeared where he swiped his hand. Dick shrunk into himself and hid himself farther into the shadows.
A couple moments of silence before Dick noticed a light coming over the elevator. The door opened and Dick mentally slapped himself when he noticed Alfred come out holding his discarded journal, pen and elephant. He tried to make himself as small as possible when Alfred and Bruce (because really, who else could it be by this point)both started scanning the cave while conversing quietly. Those eyes were so sharp that they seemed to pierce the area he looked and manipulate the shadows from around him.
"Dick, come out now. We know your there."
Dick sheepishly crawled out of his hiding spot and he took note of the surprised looks on both their faces with confusion. He walked slowly up to the large monitors until his body and face were lit with the blue glow of the large screens. He looked up at the white slits of the man he called (subconsciously) father.
Now as the child was just looking around with wandering eyes, Bruce was put into a short state of shock. He didn't even notice the boy. Given his small size it might be something to brush off in normal circumstances. But he was Batman, The Dark Knight, the man who was rumored to be the king of shadows. He would've, should have, noticed him. He shook off his shock and slid off his cowl, meeting bright sparkling blue with dark navy blue.
He motioned the two towards the elevator and Alfred nodded. He slowly pushed the pajama clad child into the elevator and he watched as the door slowly inclosed their bodies and they were out of sight. He turned back to the large screens and sighed. There was too much on his mind to finish the case tonight. He turned the monitors off again with another swipe of his hand and quickly got changed before heading up himself.
He was greeted with the sight of a small boy with his head bowed as the aged man lectured about the multiple reasons why he shouldn't go into a strange elevator behind the clock, no matter who he saw come out, and explore an unknown cave with unknown occupants and unknown weapons without adult supervision. He cleared his throat and walked in front of Dick with a stern gaze.
"Now let's talk about what you saw-"
A/N soooo that's that. The next chapter will take a lot longer than the others since up to this point i actually had some sort of plan. Now I'm just gonna be writing on the spot so it might be really bad .