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-I didn't post yesterday because I was busy sitting in a park, listening to the ENTIRE Hamilton soundtrack, start-to-finish, with my best buddy-

Dick didn't feel like running or playing, but he couldn't stay in the house. Bruce had been so generous, but Dick was causing him problems: He cried all day, and didn't talk when Bruce talked to him. He ate Bruce's food, and lived in his house, He was a leech. Not to mention that all those people bothering Bruce were there because of him.

Dick wasn't exactly planning to run away, but he'd brought Peanut, just in case. Everything he did got on Bruce's nerves. He couldn't handle causing Bruce even the slightest discomfort. He snuck out the door and down the driveway. Ever step he took, it felt like he was ruining something he didn't deserve. 

The fence was easy enough to climb, but he felt like a thief. 

He didn't know his way around Gotham, but assumed there must be somewhere to him to take shelter. Was the circus still here? Maybe he could go there. But maybe they were already out of state.

Just as he landed on the other side of the fence, he saw a man, staring through the fence. The man was wearing a very interesting outfit, like something he would've seen in the circus:Bright blue and red, with a cape.

Dick stared at him; he looked very familiar. "Super...?" His voice trailed off in confusion and surprise.

The man looked at him, and his eyes widened. "Dick Grayson?"

Dick was a little worried, but if the man knew his name, he must be a family friend or something, right?

He nodded. "Who are you?"

"I am Superman. What are you doing out here, Dick?"

Dick stared at his feet, he didn't want to get in trouble, but he didn't want to go back and be in Bruce's way. "I can't live here." He explained.

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Clark's day hadn't been good. The people of Gotham fucking hated him, for some reason. Why were they so loyal to Batman? He fucks up all the time, and gets them killed!

Worst of all, he didn't know whether the kid Bruce had taken in was okay. he couldn't be, right? It was batman. Bruce couldn't care for a child!

He didn't know even the slightest bit about Bedtimes, or food, or registering in school, or homework, or... anything. Okay, Clark didn't either, but Bruce didn't even have parents. 

Okay, that was harsh, but still, a little boy's life was at stake.

So, Clark was in costume, standing outside the manor, trying to plan his next move. There was a slight rattle of the fence, a slight crunch of gravel, and a slight gasp.

"Super..."

Clark turned to him. He didn't have time, kid, he was planning how to save a... kid. He turned to the kid, excepting him to flick stones at him, and say Batman was better. That wasn't what he saw.

It was a little kid, six-or-seven, with untidy black hair and big blue eyes. He was clutching the paw of a little, clearly well loved, stuffed elephant in his fist.

"Dick Grayson?" He asked. It looked like the little face he'd seen in the window, but what would that kid be doing out here?

He nodded his head shyly. "Who are you?"

Clark had to stop himself from saying his real name, he didn't want to scare the boy. "I am Superman." He lowered himself to the kid's level. "What are you doing out here, Dick?"

The kid stared at the ground, clutching his elephant closer. "I can't live here."

Clark felt his heart Leap into his throat. What did that mean? Bruce wouldn't hurt a child, right? He'd worried about Bruce not talking to, or caring for the kid, but he wouldn't hurt him, would he?

"Why?"

The kid sniffled a little, barely looking up at him. "I make Bruce angry."

Fear. Clark turned fucking terrified as soon as the kid spoke. Bruce beat up villains for a living, he was hung up on his parents death and was full of rage. He emotionally detached  himself so he could cripple people without regretting it. What would he do if the kid frustrated him?

He'd ask the kid what happened when Bruce got mad, but he was scared of what he'd hear.

What now? He couldn't let the kid run away into Gotham, but he couldn't make the little boy stay with Bruce, did he take him to the police? The kid hardly spoke. Besides, what was more suspicious than a man from another city walking into the police station holding the (Terrified) most recognizable kid in Gotham. So what then? Where could he keep the kid safe for questioning?

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RECOGNIZED: SUPERMAN—01

Guest -00

"Guest?" Pliver asked asked. He was just there to use the computers, but this sounded interesting. He walked to the tubes to see who this 'guest' was.

Clark was there, but there didn't seem to be any guest...

"Is anyone else here?"

"No, Dia- Wonder Woman just left." Ollie realized that he shouldn't use names, incase there was someone else was there. "There might be an issue with the system... it announced that you came with a guest. But I didn't know you had any friends!"

Clark snorted a little, turning behind him with a quiet. "Dickie, it's okay."

Oliver squinted, confused. Who the hell was he talking to?

A little kid holding a plushee peaked around Clark's cape. -hold up. A little kid. Clark brought some child into the watchtower.

With the kid's black hair and blue eyes, he did look a bit like Clark, but he clearly wasn't: for one thing, he wasn't caucasian (Though He didn't know what that ethnicity he was), the kid was skinny and short, and had a scared sadness around him.

"Whats the kid doing here?" Oliver said. No tact, but a valid question.

"Uh, this, is uh- Richard Grayson. He's-"

"Bruce Wayne's brat." He finished. "Even in Star he's pretty hot- er" He barely stopped himself, remembering that this was Bat's kid.

"...yeah." Clark ushered Dick to the side, trying to make him comfortable. "Okay, Dick, I just want to ask you a couple questions, okay?"

Dick began panicking. That's exactly what the police asked him. And the CPS people. And basically everyone he'd seen over the past two months. 

He didn't know where he was. He liked Superman, and trusted him, but He wasn't so sure he should be there... He didn't like leeching off Bruce, but he wanted to go back to the manor.

"Yes." He replied.

"Okay..." Superman seemed Really uncomfortable talking to him. "What happens when Bruce gets mad at you?"

Dick wasn't sure what to say, it reminded him of what the CPS people asked. "What?" 

"I just need you to tell me happens when Bruce gets mad at you."

Dick didn't know the words to answer. He felt himself start to cry. This was a lot. A lot of questions and pressure. He didn't even know where he was! How did he answer? "Nothing."

"Dick, what happens?"

"I upset him, but he does nothing, but I know I upset him." He whimpered. He knew this isn't what Superman expected to hear. "I'm sorry."

Clark felt relieved. The kid didn't seem to be suffering from abuse. Still, the kid was crying, what was he gonna do?

RECOGNIZED: BATMAN - 02

FUCK. Clark was fucked. No matter how terrible of a parent Bats was, he was gonna be pissed.

Dick clutched his Elephant closer and behind Clark. This was evidence that either Dick didn't know Bat's secret ID, or everything he'd just told Clark was a lie. 

Yep, Bats. Looked. PISSED. He stormed to Clark with a fury. "Where is he?" He demanded.

"He's right here,  but B-"

Bats lowered himself, and walked around Clark. The kid was hugging his elephant and clutching the hem of Superman's cape. The fact he had peanut meant he intended to leave the house.

Bruce's heart was in shatters at the idea Dick tried to run away from him. Dick was cowering away, eyes glistening with tears. Clark was fucking dead.

"What did you do to him?" He ordered. Clark winced, and the kid let out a squeal of fear. "Why is he crying?" He glared Clark down, death in his eyes. 

Clark side-stepped that question. "I found him outside, and didn't know where to take him..." It was a half-truth.

"So you took him here instead of to his house?"

"It's just a random kid, I do't know where he lives."

Yeah, Bruce wasn't having it. "I'm taking him home." He approached the kid. Dick squealed in fear, Tears dribbling down his face, clutching peanut against his chest. He began whispering to himself desperately.

"You're scaring him."

Bats gave Clark a brief 'no shit' look. He turned back to Dick, trying to make himself less scary. "I'm taking you back to Bruce."

Dick didn't have the energy, or courge to say no.

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"Dick!" Bruce to the shuddering boy inside, his face drowned in tears. They were not close enough for Bruce to know how to help him. "Where did you go?"

"Lost." Dick wiped  his nose on the back of his hand.

'Lost' for sure...  Bruce thought. "What happened?" Dick refused to look at him, wrapped around his stuffed toy and sobbing. "Were you outside?" He prompted.

Dick wiped his nose again. He shyly held up his toy. "Peanut was outside." He explained.

Bruce watched the boy hold up his toy. "And why was peanut outside?"

Dick looked at the elephant with interrogating eyes, as if trying to get an answer from it. "Because he was in the way."

Ah. There it was. 

Bruce thought for a second about how to handle this. He awkwardly rested a hand on Dick's slumped shoulder. "Well, you can tell peanut that he's not in the way."

Dick stared at his toy. "Peanut thinks he makes you angry."

"Well he doesn't, okay." Bruce rubbed his hand up the boys shoulder as reassuringly as possible. "How about you two go upstairs and wash up for dinner."

"Okay." Dick trailed up the stairs.

As soon as he was out of sight, Bruce Ran off to the kitchen to ask Alfred if he handled that properly.