Chapter 4
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.
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Dick hated this. He hated pretending to be old, pretending to be blind, hurting Bruce and everyone else. He hated it all.
But he also knew that if he went back, he'd go through everything all over again. He'd known for months that the day he left Bruce behind was coming, and he knew he was more than capable of taking care of himself.
It just hurt him the way they were all hurting.
He pushed all thoughts of his family out of his mind as he slipped into one of the back alleys, straightening slightly, and pondered the possibility of getting a job, before dismissing the job.
If he got a job then Bruce would have access to his fake backstory, and his height, build, and weight, and he would have to go right back and everything would start up again, except he'd be teased for being found when he wanted to stay hidden.
He also knew that he couldn't steal. Bruce and his parents had raised him too good for that, and he couldn't join criminals after fighting them for the past five years of his life, not even for nessessity.
But he hated living off of other peoples generosity. He knew that the soup kitchen that he ate at daily was funded by Bruce, which meant he was still alive thanks to his foster father. He sighed, before subtly hunching his back more and walking towards the soup kitchen, tapping his makeshift cane all over the place.
That night, Dick realized that the League was still focusing on Gotham. He was irriated, but he was able to come up with a solution. In the morning he would hack the Zeta, and make it appear that he went to Star City, before heading to breakfast at the soup kitchen. He just hoped it work.
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It'd been three months since Dick had run away from home, when the search efforts began to change. Every Leaguer started searching only their own city, and avoiding any other cities.
Dick had simi-nice clothes now, and was along the Gotham-Bludhaven highway, trying to get someone willing to take him to Bludhaven. Finally, with a sigh, he turned and started walking. He heard a someone clear their throat, and he turned around.
An elderly man had climbed out of a pickup truck, and had the passenger door open. Dick stood there, and waited for the man to speak.
"I believe you wanted a ride?" The man asked with a british accent. Dick sent him a small smile, before climbing in. "Where is it you were wanting to go, sir?"
"I'm no sir." Dick said, before he realized what else the man had said. "And Bludhaven, or at least as close as you're willing to go."
"Do you have a house there?" The british man asked, and Dick shook his head. "Then why go there, if you have no living quarters?" Dick turned to look at him.
"Cause that's where I'm going to get a house." He replied. "How far are you willing to go?"
"All the way there." The man replied. "Perhaps we ought to introduce ourselves, it is a long ride to Bludhaven, after all."
"Four Enyaw." Dick said, thinking of the Divergent series and Bruce, wondering if he'd connect the subtle dots. Four had changed his name when he left Abnegation to leave his past behind, as Dick was doing, and Enyaw was Wayne spelled backwards. "Yours?"
"Jarvis Penniworth." The british man said. "And I'm hoping to find a job in Bludhaven. Perhaps we can work as a team there?"
"Perhaps." Dick said. "All I know is I haven't gotten sleep in a few days. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not." Jarvis said. "We will speak more when you wake." Dick nodded, aeyes already closing as he entered the peaceful bliss called sleep.