CHAPTER 3-ROBERT SCOTT!

Dick stepped away from the woman. He held his mouth open. He turned to go to Bruce, but instead the greatly combed man was behind him. He looked down and gave a slight smile and chuckled.

"Well hello. You must Richard Grayson." He reached out to take his hand but Dick pulled back.

"Get away from me! I don't know you!" He said with rage. Bruce came up to Alfred.

"What is going on? I don't understand." Alfred looked at him sadly.

"I wish this would be good news sir, but unfortunately, master Dick is being…. adopted." Alfred looked away as if he would cry.

"But, Dick lives here. He does live here, right?" The woman from S.S.A.C came over to the two.

"I'm sorry, but my name is Alicia. I'm with-"

"We know who you're with." Bruce said. She hesitated to reply back.

"Well, you see, this man wants to give Richard a permanent home, instead of a primary one."

"I-I don't understand. I thought I adopted Dick."

"Well not necessarily. You see, you signed up for the fostering program. That means, you just give a child a home until someone else wants them. Permanently." Bruce was shocked. He had not given Dick a home. He had given him a doghouse. A house that was just there to feed and care for him. He looked down and punched a pole near. He turned to Dick who just stared at him.

"You said that you cared about me. YOU LIED!" Bruce reached for Dick but he backed away. He didn't want anyone touching him, looking at him, noticing him at that point. "You said that Dwayne was lying, that none of that was true. You were, was, like… my own dad." Bruce wide eyed and almost dropped another tear. But at that point, he couldn't cry. He cried to much, he wouldn't let himself anymore. Bruce looked at Alicia. He thought to himself that she was a monstrosity for letting this actually go through. Them take Dick from him.

"So what are going to do now! You bitch! You're taking him away!" Alicia was surprised. They were all surprised. She turned her back. "Don't you turn on me hoe! I-I won't let you do this!" Alfred stopped him before he could do anything.

"It's not worth your breath sir! It will get you only in jail! We can't change anything that's happening now!" Bruce stopped. Alfred was right. They couldn't change anything. They couldn't. He looked toward Alicia. It wasn't her fault, it wasn't the S.S.A.C's fault, it wasn't the greatly combed hair guys fault. It was his. He didn't ever go and officially adopt Dick, he just thought this would never happen. But, he guessed, this did happen and he understood why. They thought that Dick didn't have a permanent home so they felt sorry for him and wanted to give him one.

"I'm sorry Alicia. I shouldn't talk like that to you, it's not your fault." Alicia humphed and turned away.

"Well Dick, you haven't got to properly meet this good man." Some how Dick didn't believe that. "His name is Robert Scott. He has a degree in medical history, so you'll have lots of money if that makes you comfortable." Dick turned around and almost slapped her upside the face. But he stopped himself. He just stared at her like saying that was really rude. "Now come on, you must be going with him, I have a time limit." Dick pulled back and restrained himself from the two.

"I'M NOT GOING WITH YOU OR THAT FANCY DANCEY JERK!" She was surprise to hear that. Dick turned and grabbed on to Bruce. "I don't want to loose another parent! I don't want to go! Don't let them take me Bruce, don't let them!" He sobbed and sobbed until Bruce's shirt was soaking wet.

"I'm sorry Dick, but it's out of my control." Dick looked at him. He was shocked

"Out of your control! You're just letting them take me? How could you!" Dick was punching and screaming at Bruce. It was hard enough on Bruce that this happening. "How COULD YOU, HOW COULD YOU, HOW COULD YOU!" Bruce then slapped dick across the face and looked down.

"I didn't want this to happen Dick. It just is. I'll get you back some how I promise I will. But until then you have to be strong. Even stronger then Robin you hear." Dick held his hand on his check and looked up. He thought everything in the world about Bruce and Bruce thought the same about Dick. But Bruce was right. They couldn't do anything about it at that point. Some how Bruce would get him back. Some how, but until then, Dick had no other choice.

"Bruce." Dick said.

"Yes?"

"Keep my parents picture. It will be one of the only things you'll have to remember me." He gave Bruce a hug and walked to Alicia. He looked at her in distress. "How come after all of this, you still didn't change your mind?" Alicia looked down.

"Ok kid, look, I've kept my patience with you all. I'm already 15 minutes late for another delivery. Now I'm sure this man will love you more than that selfish greedy jerk Bruce. Now come on Kid. I don't have all day!" Dick looked at her as if he would punch her right through the stomach and let her suffer. He turned to Robert man and hated him more than anything you'd believe.

"Don't worry. I'll take good care of you." Robert said.

"Some how I doubt that." He mumbled under his breath. He turned to Face Bruce one last time and got into the vehicle. They started to drive away and Dick looked back in the dusty old seat. Out the window he could've sworn he saw Bruce cry. "So what are we going to do about school?" He said. He saw Robert look through the rear view mirror.

"You'll transfer." He said as if we were angry. Dick hushed. If he had learned anything with Bruce is that when some one is mad. Just don't mess with them. They got to this old rickety place. Wasn't very built good, looked like some poor person lived there.

"Where are we at?" Dick asked.

"Well at the mansion apartments of course." Robert said.

"Doesn't look like no mansion to me." They went inside and all the doors were damaged, busted in, or broken. The rooms were dusty and dirty. They went up the steps and Dick almost fell through one they were so old and rickety. "What, are you like the only person who lives here?"

"Exactly!" Dick wasn't that surprised. By the look of the place, Joker couldn't even live there. The room they stopped at had the number 666 on it. He didn't really like that number but it wasn't his choice. Nothing was his choice. He went inside to find that the furniture wasn't any better than the doors he saw.

"Are you sure you're rich?" Dick asked. That lady was steal following them. "You know, we're going to be fine! You don't have to follow us."

"Matter of choice, I mean policy." Dick didn't like the looks of anything that was going on. And things only got worse that night.