Dick opened his eyes groggily. He leaned forward and lifted his head off of the soft pillow.

Huh?

He looked around. He was lying on a large bed with completely white sheets. There was a nightstand besides him with a lamp and a glass of water. The room was a beige color and had a clock hung up. A ray of light peaked through the window, which was covered with a curtain.

Dick rubbed his head. Then he looked down and noticed he was wearing PJ's. He widened his eyes.

What the heck?! He thought, slightly disturbed, Who changed my clothes for me?

Dick looked at the glass of water on the nightstand. He didn't want to drink something that could possibly be poisoned, but he was thirsty and it was tempting him, so he grabbed it and gulped it all down.

Dick got up from the comfortable bed and placed his feet on the smooth, wooden floor. He walked towards the door and opened it slightly. Just enough to peek through.

The rest of the house looked normal, too. He heard the television and some other sounds. Slowly, Dick creeped out of the room and looked for any people.

"I was beginning to wonder when you would wake up." A voice to his right said. It was Oswald. Down the hall, he was sitting on a couch watching the news.

"Uh- good morning." Dick greeted.

His mouth watered immediately after. He smelled something really good in the air.

"Go to the kitchen for breakfast." Oswald proposed as he watched Dick drool.

"Okay!" Dick hollered. He sat down on a chair and a butler walked up to him, serving him the dish.

Am I in heaven? Dick pondered as he observed the food.

There was a huge omelet with fruits at the side. As he bit into the omelet, he tasted rich flavor of the ham, bacon, tomatoes, and onions. The spices complemented wonderfully with this, too.

"Sooo good!" Dick moaned. This might have been the best breakfast Dick had ever eaten.

"I am very glad you like it, sir. I will be sure to tell the chief." The butler stated as he poured Dick a glass of orange juice. "If you need anything else, please let me know." He bowed. Dick nodded enthusiastically. The man left.

Dick continued enjoying his food. He felt great right now. He had slept like a baby and now he was eating the meal of his life. What a nice way to start the day, dick thought happily.

His mood turned soured when he recalled last night's events. Did Penguin really kill those men?

Dick had no evidence to support this assumption, but it made sense, right? Soon after he heard people being shot, penguin walked up to him in the same direction as the sounds. Not only that, but before, he said he "had to dispose of trash." Or something. And if he didn't do it personally, then it was his henchmen who did it on his orders. Dick might have been young, but he was not stupid. In fact, he was smarter than most kids his age.

He decided that after he ate, he'd ask Penguin. In a polite manner, of course.

Dick left the plate spotless and finished his drink. He felt like he was about to explode - in a good way.

He got up and walked towards Oswald, who was deeply invested in the news. The news reporter was saying something about a bank.

Wait. Dick realized. They must be talking about the one I robbed. He continued watching.

"Police are currently trying to find the culprit. You're on next, Percy." A female with curly, blonde hair said.

The screen flashed, and now a male with sea green eyes was talking. "Thanks, Annabeth. The security cameras were hacked during this crime, meaning we don't have much footage, but just for a second it flickered. Here is what it recorded." He announced, astonished.

Dick heard penguin's breath hitch.

There Dick was on the screen. He was in his black outfit and mask. He was walking towards the safe with the miniature bomb in his hand. Then it ended.

"That's all it recorded, folks. But now police know that the thief was a male. A young one, too. It is unknown whether the child was working alone." The reporter informed. "Also, the one and only Batman-"

"WHAT?" Penguin shrieked.

"-has told us that he is searching for the child. He claimed that, 'he's too young to have planned out the crime so well. He must be working for an organization.'"

"Well, that's all for now on GCNS. Have a great day."

Oswald turned off the TV. "Great." He complained sarcastically.

"Don't worry, I was wearing a mask. They can't possibly find out it's me." Dick reassured him.

Penguin leaned into the couch. "I suppose. But I don't know about Batman. He's not called a detective for no reason."

Dick raised an eyebrow. Batman? Detective?

Penguin gave Dick a weird look. "You do know who batman is, correct?"

Dick shook his head.

Penguin looked surprised. "He is a vigilante who solves crime. He's often considered a 'hero'. To me, he's just annoying. He gets in the way of a lot of my plans." He explained.

"Oh." Dick said. Plans... He thought. Should I ask him now?

"Oswald?" He asked.

He looked at him. "Yes?"

"Do you commit a lot of crimes?"

Penguin seemed intrigued. He shrugged. "I do commit a few crimes, I admit. Why do you ask?"

"Did you kill those men last night?" Dick answered with another question.

Penguin smirked. "Is that what this is about?" He let out a laugh. "Of course I did. Listen, Richard. They betrayed me. I trusted them, and they tried to kill me! Well, I didn't actually trust them. I don't truly trust anyone for that matter. It will only hurt you in the end. "

He continued. "Anyways, after you told me about their conversation, I got my henchmen. Had they not been there, I could have gotten killed. The men and their henchmen were ready to attack. So I ordered for all of them to be killed. No big deal. It's just revenge."

Dick knitted his eyebrows. "But revenge is bad! Murder, too!" He shouted.

"Oh innocent boy." Penguin patronized. "There is more to the world than good or bad. If someone thinks that they can mess with you, you prove them wrong. You make them suffer as they did to you. You know, sometimes you even get revenge without realizing it."

Dick titled his head in confusion.

Penguin continued his lecture. "For example, when we robbed the bank. I had mentioned that they stole from the people, remember? We stole it back. That's technically revenge. Am I wrong?

Dick grudgingly said no.

"And your parents! You said they were killed. Do you wish for their killer to continue on as if nothing happened? Possibly ruining other families as well?"

Dick was shocked that penguin mentioned his parents. He felt his blood boil at the thought of Tony Zucco still being out there somewhere. Does he even feel bad for what he did?

Penguin looked at Dick sadly. "How did you feel when they died?"

Dick's face softened as he looked at the floor and recalled his feelings. "I-I was sad. Really sad." His eyes began to water. "Sad isn't even enough to describe it. I felt empty. I-I-" he sobbed into his hands.

"You nor your parents deserved what happened. You're the victim, but if you say you want revenge, you're suddenly the bad guy? It doesn't make sense." Penguin looked out the window. "I know from experience that people will never take you seriously if you don't get back at them for their wrongdoings. You'll appear weak. You must prove them fools wrong. It's how you survive."

There was silence for a while. Except for the sounds of Dick's sniffles.

Penguin did not intend to make a speech. He had just gotten a little caught up in his feelings. I suppose I might be warming up to the boy, he thought.

"W-what should I do?" Dick finally asked.

Penguin turned to him. "What do you mean?"

Dick wiped some of his snot with the sleeve of PJ's. "I don't know what I should do. Should I... get.. revenge?"

Penguin patted his shoulder. "I won't tell you what to do. The decision is yours to make." He got an idea. "How about we find him? You'll decide what you want to do when you see him in person. Trust me."

Dick nodded sadly. "Okay...thanks."

"You're welcome." Penguin said.

"So, um- how are you going to find him?" Dick questioned.

"I have my ways. My men will find out his whereabout once I send them." Penguin declared.

"Ah, okay." Dick said.

He felt like doing something. He didn't want to just stay here crying like a baby. "Are you going back to the club today?" He inquired.

Penguin got up from the couch and sighed, "Yes. I must speak with the woman from yesterday. If you'd like, you can stay here and watch TV."

Dick shook his head rapidly. "No! Can I go with you? I want to see the cat again!" He exclaimed. And a Catwoman, he thought sneakily.

Penguin mentally rolled his eyes. What is up with him and cats? "Alright. Get changed and let's head out."