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Places the circus had been, no matter the time of year or the type of people, they all seemed to be more lightweight than Gotham. Maybe the air that felt sticky going down his through and the outdated infrastructure that made the city feel determined to stay in the past were just a feature of the American landscape but that couldn't be true. Dick’s parents told him about the star-like buildings of Seatel, the bright warm skies in California and the rolling hills of Vermont. But as soon as they entered Gotham the tall tales and false hopes created by his parents were nowhere to be seen. Now as he sat on a flat, hard bed with papery sheets. Like the coverings they lay out on the counter for you at the doctor trying to be something close to fabric.
After Dick’s parents died he was tossed into juvenile. All the orphanages were full. He supposed his circumstances weren’t uncommon in Gotham. He didn't care where he was sent much. He wasn’t going stay anywhere for very long. His plan was to get back to the circus before they left America. They were who he’d known all his life and who would be best for him he felt. However, his being in a place with guards made his planned escape harder than it would’ve been somewhere else. His plan was known to get placed into foster care and escaping who’s ever home he’d be put in. He’d decided that escaping juvie was more than it was worth after seeing many of the older boys try and fail. He wasn’t quite sure how he’d be put into a foster home in a juvie, not many people would be looking to adopt here.
He was pulled out of his musings by shouting outside his and Tony’s cell. Tony wasn’t so bad. He was nice enough to Dick but he’d started flicking him on the head whenever he felt like and covering his mouth while he slept. Boys fighting likely. The guards didn’t care if the boys were fighting, as far as they were concerned as long as the boys didn’t escape they’re job was done.
Speaking of the guards one of them walked into his cells and grabbed him by his arm pulling and pulling up. Sometimes he wished he was bigger. Other boys his age were taller.
¨Where am i going¨ dick asked upward trying to pull mostly on instinct not for any particular reason.
¨Brucie Wayne’s here to see you, he’d heard about your little family accident. Good for the press no doubt” The guard said while walking him to the faux wood door. The swung open the door to a gray small room, sitting him down on one of the two metal chairs in it, the one with a wonky leg.
He waiting there for a while until the door opened again.