Dick Grayson Trash

Early Encounters

-I need to lay off the black coffee; my dumbass misspelt 'Lois'. I had to go back and edit it lmao-

Usually, you find out you colleague is having a kid by them excitedly telling you, or letting it slip in breakroom gossip. The last thing you expect is to go into work and be giving the assignment of interrogating them about the kid you didn't know about.

Either way, Clark Kent was on his way into Gotham. He couldn't believe it:  What did Bruce Wayne know about children, much less caring for one. And don't even get him started on the whole... Batman thing

Why would someone so angry and heartless, who actively fought violent criminals, want to take in a little eight year old child.  

He looked down at his phone (at a red light, obviously). the messages went something like:

Clark: Are you sure this is real?

Lois: Of course! Haven't you looked at the news?

Clark: I usually don't need to

Lois: Clark, we are the news.This is the biggest scoop this side of Cuba.

Clark: Why do I get the idea I'll be fighting with a few others for this story

Lois: Almost certainly. You'll be lucky to get one quote from him

Clark: Bruce or the kid?

Lois: Either

Clark: Well, I'm here, I'll let you know how it goes

She left him on read after that.

He turned off his phone and slid out of the van. Why couldn't he just get an assignment in Metropolis?

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Dick dared to peak out the curtains. There were a lot of people. It was Two months since... well, since the last time he was at the circus. He'd only been at the manor for a few days, he didn't care to count how many.

"Are they still out there?" Bruce asked to the room. Dick nodded in silence. If Bruce didn't leave in under fifteen seconds, Dick would. He didn't dislike Bruce, he'd been very kind, but being in his presence made Dick feel like a parasite; leeching off Bruce's generosity. the best thing for him to do was stay out of the way. "How are you feeling?"

Dick shrugged. "Good."

Bruce exhaled deeply. Is this what Alfred dealt with for twenty years?

God, how did Alfred handle it? He had no clue how to help the boy, he wanted to, but he didn't know how, at all. Dick spent all his time hiding, and Bruce doubted if he'd said ten words in the four days he'd been there (He counted every hour).

Okay, Bruce wasn't exactly outgoing with the kid, he spent most of his time in the cave under the guise of locating Tony Zucco. He was trying to do that, he obviously wanted to bring justice to Dick, but he'd been actively spending the daylight in the cave. 

He couldn't stand looking at Dick. The shame of not being able to fix this lay heavy on his chest. He wished he could make the boy move on and be happy. But he couldn't

"I'm going to tell them to go away."

"Okay." Dick said quietly. 

"Do you want to help?"