Survivours (Jaydick)

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He was twelve years old now, he wasn't use to his life but he adapted. That's what humankind did after all, they grew and adapt. He learnt how to survive and he forced his smiles back. He lost his home, his family and his wings but he wasn't going to allow the world to take away his smile ... he searched for that bright side as promised. 

Even as he sat on the swing within he golden bird cage, he smiled because at least he was able to almost feel like he was flying. The golden cage placed inside the dangerous and mafia related bar. The cage was placed on the stage, placed for his mister to show him off in front of every client and customer that came to the shady bar to drink and do shady business. 

The cage held no gate, he wasn't trapped inside like a bird but it was still his prison in a way. He'd be able to do flips and cartwheels inside the cage, gaining all eyes to land on him as he moved about and showed off his acrobat skills, wearing the tight and glittery spandex outfits his mister had given him to wear. 

Outside the cage he was always meant to be glued to the mister's side. Nowhere else. He was his prized jewel and he had to be shown off without allowing another to ever tough him without any real permission from his mister. 

He wasn't his master, he made the mistake of calling him that before and was brutally punished for it. He wasn't to be called by name or sir or anything but mister. He was taught that pretty quickly. 

And he was to pleased his mister and no one else. 

He wasn't just a mere boy anymore, he held no freedom or any real opinion that should be truly heard. He was a prize, a rare treasure that was to be seen by as many as he could be while also making sure he couldn't be taken away. He knew other's were jealous over the mister for having him, some tried to sweet talk him into moving in with them instead of the mister. But he never did. 

He knew life wouldn't be any better with them and at least with the mister, he knew how to play the game and survive. He had everything going perfectly smoothly in his own special way. He was alive, he was able to smile and he was given the chance to almost fly in his bird cage. 

He wished for more clothing though but he knew that wasn't going to happen. He was purposely only given spandex clothing for preforming, forced to only wear them inside and outside of the bar. It was to show him off, the tight clinging outfit was to show off his body, even if he was still a skinny kid. The spandex clothing was his collar, he was given a pair of black plimsolls to wear outside the bar to protect his feet but no other pair of shoes. They didn't want him to think he'd be able to run far. 

And at night..

He was given a silk bath gown, nothing more to wear around his tiny bedroom. He was never allowed to stay in the mister's bedroom, once he wasn't needed anymore he was sent to his own room next door. It was tiny and simply, a mere bed with thin sheets and covers but he was lucky enough to be given two pillows due to his .. good behaviour. One dresser pushed against the wall that held the door that held spandex clothing and the spare bath grown, the other he always keeps left on his bed to place on quickly. A single bed lamp that sat on his dresser, no other light in the room. 

His room held no signs of a boy, no posters or toys or anything. Just somewhere to sleep and dress, nothing more. 

But he was allowed to sneak out and stare out the window that led out to the fire escape. It was always "locked" to everyone inside the bar. But he knew better. It wasn't locked, just stiff and needed to be pushed open in a certain spot to actually open up with ease. He knew the trick, he could run away at any moment. But he didn't. The window held a different use to him, a use that only Jim Gordon would know over, and as well as a certain "Robin" that left little evidence clues notes to the commissioner.