Dick didn't understand. He didn't understand when the police tells him that it's going to be okay. Maybe it will, maybe it won't. Dick can't get himself to think anymore.
He looks at his hand, covered in blood that weren't his. But it was his. Isn't he the flesh and blood of the one with this blood. Honestly, Dick feels numb and just want to wake up and find that his parents are still there to say good morning.
Dick didn't know what to feel when they take away his parents to the ambulance, covering their faces with a white sheet. Guess he's supposed to break down and cry about it, but he just can't. He just can't.
Dick doesn't understand when they lower the box to the ground. Maybe his parents are going to a deep sleep. Must be grown up thing.
The police said something about taking him in to the Juvie cause the social service is full. He heard the Juvie is for bad kids. Maybe he has been bad, he doesn't know.
Dick just know that he is being shove around by other kids that wear orange outfit similar as his. The guards just watch, making a bet on who win and who not.
He's waiting for his parent. His parent would take him home someday. Yeah, that's it. No way Mary and John are abandoning him to this place. They love Dick. They said it millions times ever since he was born.
He's transferred to a Catholic orphanage. It was no different. He still get shove around. His parents haven't arrive yet to this day but Dick hadn't lost hope. They're on their way, Dick believes.
Seasons changed, there is no sign of Mary and John. Dick still hope.
The man was called Bruce Wayne, they said. Maybe this man will take Dick to his parent. Yeah, he's going to meet them now. Finally, it has been a long time. But the path they take is getting dimmer, darker. The manor looks large and scary nothing like the warmth of the circus.
An old man greets him. Alfred is his name. Alfred Pennyworth. The old man led him up the stair and show him around the gothic manor.
"What's wrong, Master Richard?" Alfred always calls him Master for some reason. He was no master. He is just a child. Dick is just a child waiting for his parent to take him home. But it seems clearer now. "They're not going back to get me are they?"
Alfred sighs. He hates to tell the boy, but "I'm afraid not, Richard."
Dick knows how to feel now and he cry.