-Somewhere along Gotham's Alleys-

   Thunder clapped along with a treacherous beat as a the little bird quicken up his pace, scurrying to find a shelter. His breath was heavy, his muscles was sore, and most of it all... His stomach was giving off weird sounds. To say, he was hungry was an understatement. He was starving beyond his wildest dreams.

   Turning to an alley, he found himself a somewhat promising "Shelter" from the rain. The emergency stairs as you like to call it. Nodding to himself, he slid under it just in time as droplets of water poured down upon the earth. Opening his duffel bag, he sighed. He thought he had it all planned out. He thought what he brought was enough.

But now?

He doesn't seem to understand why he left with so little preparation.

He's running low.

On everything.

Every shirt, trousers, training pants, and even his extra shoes. All soaked by his previous encounter with Gotham's famous rain. The meals he packed had ran out days ago. His water too. The matches he brought was not helping him at all. 'Why did I ever left again?' he thought to himself as he brought his knees up and hugged them.

Just as he closes his eyes.... the splitting image of his parents showed up. Plummeting to the ground as he just stared at them. Unable to help. His mother gave him her last reassuring smile, his dad grabbing on to his mother... Trying to cushion her fall. And then there was blood. Blood everywhere.

His eyes shot open in fear as he lets out a gasp. Those images.... They were from the accident. His parent's accident. His fist clenched so tight his knuckles turned all white, his jaw got tense as his veins seemed to just straight out popping out. 'Right.' He told himself bitterly 'Zucco's still out there.' And just like that. Out of nowhere, anger flooded his mind and took control. He raised his fist and swung it to the nearest object he can find. In this case, the stairs railing.

Letting out all of his rage, he repeatedly punched the hard steel railing.

"HOW DARE HE TOOK AWAY MY PARENTS? HOW DARE HE JUST KILLED THEM OFF???!!!"

His screams was loud. Obnoxiously loud. And not even the rain could cover that up. He was tired, he was sick, he was hungry. And nothing could stop him.

Well. At least not until like... this second.

"HOW DARE HE- He- killed them off......" The little bird voice trailed and cracked in the end.

His words sank his heart once more as grieve came flooding through his heart. Stopping halfway to the next punch, he lets out a sniffle. His knees wobbled and he fell down to the ground, breaking into tears. 'Why didn't I just die with them?' he thought as he wipes his cheeks only to found out that he was making more of a mess by doing it.

His nose picked up a copper-like scent. 'Blood' he immediately snapped out of his emotional wreck. Staring at his bleeding knuckles, he almost fainted. The image of his parent's death replayed once more in his already clouded mind.  Tears invaded his crimson smeared cheeks once more. Joining in with the scarlet liquid as it travels down.

Blood and tears.

Staining the ground.

Next to a now dented, beaten up railing.

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-The Zucco's Hideout-

"Hey Tony?" one of the Zuccos asked the culprit of the crime himself.

"What?!" he turned his head slowly with a glare. He was trying to decide where would his crew should strike next.

"Remember the Haley's Circus 'Accident'?"

"What's with it? I thought I've delivered the message clear enough."

"The little boy..... He's missing!" his partner reported. Showing off the newspaper headlines.

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'Son of The Legendary Flying Graysons Gone Missing'

After the unfortunate accident involving two members of the legendary Flying Graysons, Mary and John Grayson occur, their son went missing. Police said that the boy was last seen near the area just an hour after the incident. A few people said that he was kidnapped, a few said he ran away----------

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"So.....?" He asked rather bored and began to play with his throwing knifes.

"Do you think he's out to seek revenge?" Now dear ol' Tony here almost snorted as he throws a knife to a dummy target, hitting it perfectly in the heart.

"Out for revenge? Brother, he's a what? An eight years old! How much of a damage can he do?"

"Well yeah, but-"

"But what? And even if he's out for revenge, he wouldn't even get through of living in the streets for even a day!" he wipes his eyes, drying off fake tears.

The conversation ended up as a joke in the end. Everyone was talking about how much of a fuss Bruce Wayne was at handling the situation. Joking at how can a person who only seen the Flying Graysons once ended up paying for their funerals. And how restless he is after the incident.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was going to adopt the boy!"

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(A/N): Annnnnd I'm back!!! Bet 'cha didn't miss me at all! Well okay then! Again with these (kinda) short chapters! Blekh.  I don't know. Hope this hit the feels button. If not, then forgive me for I am still new at it. So yeah that was depressing. But I felt the need to put it in.

I mean he's still an eight year old kid! How do you think he was going to handle all of that stuff??? He's definitely scarred for life. So emotional roller-coaster? He'd be definitely up for that. Like, almost (please remember that I use almost. so don't go crazy on me just yet) in every fanfics out there, they seemed to be missing one thing in common.

What is it?

Well it's the fact that our little Grayson here is still a kid!

I mean no offense to writers out there. But can a kid just get it over and finds Zucco that easily? Can a kid kills off people that quickly? I think not. Though some are brilliant (the ones who makes them interesting),  I felt like it's becoming too common for us to think that Richard John Grayson is in fact an unstoppable force.

I mean I get it, he's like the master of gymnastic and all. He's realllllly smart. But in all honesty, he is still a kid. The world is a rough place. No one can just adapt to the environment that quickly. If it was set up a few years after the incident? I could accept it because he'd probably gained more experience in that time than I did in half of my life. But just straight up straight from the accident??? Nu-uh. Nope!

As for the Zuccos..... I know they'd be laughing about it. Like no joke. They don't give a sh** about the boy. Why? He's a kid!!!

And that.

Just.

Turned into a rant.

Great.

Sorry.

Please don't kill me. I'm sorry if that triggered you.... Oh brother. What have I done????

Anywho....

Hope you guys enjoyed that. *whispers* or maybe not....

I know this aren't my best but......

Do whatever you want (but don't do drugs..... or kill people..... or bad things in general) and stay whelmed!

Evilness- herself..... OUT!

*throws confetti instead of the usual smokebombs*

What?

I'm in the mood!