Chapter 2

He pulled out some drawings, and stuffed them into a bag, along with some civvies, that, hopefully, would keep people from realizing who he was. He grabbed his phone, and hacked the cameras outside and stuck them on a loop, before climbing out the window, leaving the keys to his private training room for Bruce.

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Dick landed on a telephone pole, and pulled out his utility belt. he looked around, before hanging it off the telephone pole. He glanced at it, seriously tempted to take something out in case he needed it, but told himself that he didn't know if Bruce had placed trackers on everything he had.

He leapt off the pole, and looked around for someone about his size to exchange clothes with, and he found a kid about his height and weight.

"Hey, kid, what's your name?" He asked, and the kid turned to him, eyes wide.

"I ain't got nothin' for you to take!" He said. "Nothin'!"

"I'm not going to take anything." Dick said. "I wanted to give you something, I can't keep it anymore."

"Whadda want fer it?" The boy asked.

"Your clothes." Dick said, offering the much nicer clothes he'd grabbed from home. "Trade?" The kid looked at him suspiciously.

"Trade." He agreed, holding his hands out for the clothes, and Dick handed them to him. The boy went and hid in the shadows as he changed, then emerged wearing the nicer clothes. "Thanks. Here ya go." He handed his rags to Dick. "Though I don't know why ya want 'em, they're terrible."

"Thanks." Dick said, waving. "I've got to move along now, have a nice day."

"Wait!" The kid cried as he turned to walk away. "My names' Jason. Jason Todd."

"It was nice meeting you Jason Todd." He said. "My name's-" He stopped for a heartbeat. "Dick West."

"Well, nice trading with'ch, Dick West." Jason said, "See ya." Dick smiled at the boy before leaving and finding a pile of dirt to smaer all over himself to make his homeless impression better, then he hunched over and waited.

About an hour later, he was spotted by Artemis.

"Who are you?" She asked, and he looked up tiredly.

"I ain't got nothin' left for ya to take, ya hear me?" He asked, sounding like an old man. "Ya done taken my children, my grandchildren, my money, my home. Everything. Jus' leave me lone!" She stepped back, eyes wide.

"I'm not here to take anything from you, I just had a question." She said. "You see a boy about this tall-" She motioned to just below her chest. "-skinny, with black hair?"

"Ya gotta be more 'pecific." Dick said. "That's 'bout every boy who came by taday."

"Great." Artemis said. "Well, he typically has a troublemakers grin on his face, and he'd look like he'd just run away."

"Him and a million otha' boys." Dick said. "Sorry, but I ain't seen 'im." Artemis sighed, and turned and walked away. "Why ya so worried 'bout him? He's probably gonna die anyways."

"No, he won't!" Artemis snapped, and he shrunk back slightly, as though she'd scared him. "Sorry, but he wouldn't let himself die. He was my friend, and I said some things to him that hurt his feelings, and I didn't realize. I need to apollogize."

"Well, goos luck findin' him in this city!" Dick said. "See ya later, lady!" Artemis sighed, before walking away, and he barely heard her say three words. "I'm sorry, Robin." Once he knew she was gone, he stood up, and hurried off, keeping his guise as a weak old man with nothing left.

Eventually he reached the homeless shelter, and he crept in with the last batch of the night, and he slept on a hard concrete floor.

The next morning, the news said that the League had been searching Gotham all night for someone, and Robin sighed, before making his way outside and making his way to a soup kitchen, where the food was bland and disgusting, but he forced it down anyways.

He knew Bruce would think he'd get out of Gotham as fast as he could, which convinced him to stay. Bruce's reasoning would be that there was no way Dick could remain hidden from him for longin his own city, and, with the intensity of the search, if Dick had stayed in Gotham, he'd be found soon enough.

He spent the whole day hiding, always knowing where the security cameras were, but never looking at them in case Bruce or someone else was watching. He ate dinner in the soup kitchen, before making his way back to the homeless shelter that night.