The twins had spent days at where they had later learned was an asylum made for madmen and killers of Gotham. They had been sent there because the juvenile detention center was like that of the orphanages full until there was room for them. And then one day they found themselves moved to the center where they found the kids to be worse than the psychos who had screamed and laughed all day long. For they were beaten up at different times and this became a constant for them every few days with no help from the security or staff.

They lived this way for about two weeks taking comfort from each other before a woman by the name of Sarah Potter came to speak to them. She had blonde hair pulled back in a bun with eyes that made them think of jades and overly tanned skin. Sitting in one of the private rooms that was mostly used for interrogations when one of the kids was caught or something was heard about drugs and weapons; the twins sat across from Sarah.

"I understand you two have gone through a trying time since the deaths of your parents." she told them with a smile as Dick tensed and Ann shivered.

Neither child spoke or looked at her as she spoke to them, both sets of blue eyes were focused on the table to hide the fading bruises on their faces.

"I'm here today to let you both know that someone has taken an interest in both of you." she told them looking down at her paperwork. "Even though there has been some concern over reports of violence the person willing to take you both in has overlooked this fact. And once we have cleared everything you will be placed under his guardianship until you are both eighteen years old or your guardian feels the need to return you to the system."

The woman talked for a good hour with Dick listening to her only somewhat interested because he had doubts about what this woman was saying. If someone wanted to take them in why was it that this person couldn't come to them now and show them who they were or something. Yet just hearing that they could possibly get out of this place, where they felt targeted because of their size, they felt lighter. Dick squeezed his sister's hand as Ms. Potter left them that smile still on her face and they looked at one another.

"We're gonna get out of here." he told her quietly.

Ann nodded slowly, looking back down at her lap eyes closed against the rising feeling that this nightmare would never end and having little hope. The girl had turned mute since the prison not even talking to Dick now though he tried to get her to speak to him about things.

"Let's go." Dick told her getting up.

They headed back to their cell with a guard watching them until they were behind the locked door safely away from those that would hurt them. Ann immediately went to her bed and laid down turning to face the wall so that she wouldn't have to see the room or show what she was feeling. Dick sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands trying to keep the pain and guilt at bay at least for now in this place in front of Ann. He felt the bed shift behind him and turned to find Ann staring at him, grabbing his arm in a gesture to lay down.

"You sure?" he asked getting a nod in response. "If you want."

He laid down on his side mirroring Ann's body position while she watched with a smile on her face as he did so. Even if they didn't sleep just being able to slightly relax helped each of them from falling too far though the thoughts were still there in their minds. Thoughts that scared both of them when they would speak especially after their parents murder or when they were alone. And they say murder because just as Dick saw a man come out of the tent, Ann also had seen some men loitering around the area who were not apart of the circus.

Three days later, the twins found themselves standing outside breathing in the fresh air or at least as fresh as Gotham allowed. In front of them stood two men, one of which they knew from the two times they had seen him as well as helped them with their parents funeral arrangements.

"Mr. Wayne it is a pleasure to finally meet you." Ms. Potter said stepping forward. "Now myself or someone from social services shall come by once a month for the first few months to be sure everything goes smoothly."

"I don't think that will be necessary." Wayne told her with a smile.

"But it is out policy and something that needs to be done."

"It is an unnecessary breach of privacy of mine and their lives once they leave this place."

Potter was shocked into silence as Wayne smiled to the two kids who watched the adults talk without much emotion on their faces. They were surprised to say the least that it was Mr. Wayne who wanted to take them in instead of some random person like they had thought. Although their hope had been that someone from the circus would have tried to get them back but maybe this would be a good thing.

"I will bring it up to my boss, Mr. Wayne." Potter said after a moment. "The children are all yours."

With that she walked away and from the way that she moved one would think that she was angry or frustrated about the situation.

"Hello again Richard, Marianne." Mr. Wayne said with a smile. "Shall we go?"

The older gentleman opened the back door of the car with a smile on his face as the two cautiously got in feeling apprehensive. When their door closed they were quickly joined by Mr. Wayne in the back of the spacious car while the older man got in behind the wheel.

"Anywhere in particular you wish to go, sir?" the man asked formally.

"Just take us home so that we can figure out what else Richard and Marianne need."

"Of course sir."

"Dick." the boy finally said looking toward Mr. Wayne. "I like to be called Dick and she likes to be called Ann."

The man nodded with a grin on his face, "Alright Dick. Then you can both call me Bruce and that's Alfred."

"A pleasure Young Master Dick and Mistress Ann." Alfred said looking back at them through the rearview mirror.

Dick looked between the two before silence fell enjoying the car ride to wherever it was that Bruce Wayne lived in this large city. Ann meanwhile studied the two men for a few moments then turned her attention to the window wondering what else life would throw at them.

"I do believe we have company, Master Bruce." Alfred said from the front.

Outside of the gate in which they were heading sat several news vans and as they approached reporters jumped out with cameramen. Alfred continued to drive stopping only for a second to allow the gate to open ignoring the press that surrounded both sides of the car.

"What was that about?" Dick asked looking through the back window as they made it through the gate. "Could they see us?"

"Don't worry about them." Bruce answered. "And no they couldn't. Tinted windows."

"Cool."

A few moments after the car came to a stop, Alfred opened Bruce's door letting the man out and leaving the twins in the vehicle. When their door opened and they got out all they could do was stare at the mansion before them; a place so big that they felt small well smaller because of it. Bruce placed a hand on Dick's shoulder giving the boy a kind smile when their blue eyes met glancing toward Ann.

"Welcome to your new home." he told them.