*this story plot is sort of angsty, so just warning you. The feels will be real. The last daddybats chapter was more light-hearted, but this one is pure sadness. Enjoy. *
-four years ago-
A nine year old, frightened child lay on his back, head resting on his bruised arms.
The cell he was being held in was ridiculously cold, and did little to aid his sour mood.
His parents were dead.
No.
Not dead.
Murdered.
His parents were murdered; and no one believed him.
They just shrugged him off, saying things like 'trauma must have got to you', or 'you're just a child, let us handle this.'
It was enraging.
He could still see their bodies; limbs bent in unnatural ways, a puddle of crimson flowing out of their skills.
He could still hear the deafening 'crunch' as their bodies hit the floor, and the the deathly quiet that followed; as their screams were suddenly cut short.
He could still hear the police sirens, the screams of the terrified audience.
He could also hear their last words.
'we love you, Little Robin...'
Those five words echoed in his skull for hours.
He was unable to shut them out.
It should've been him.
They didn't deserve to die.
If time could be bought, he would sell his soul to warn them.
His angst had given him what?
A few sympathetic glances?
A few 'we're sorry for your loss'?
He hated them all.
He was now lay in a juvenile detention buidling.
In other words; a prison cell.
When his parents perished, no one could take him in.
Worse of all?
Not even the orphanages had room.
He didn't blame them.
In Gotham, the last place his parents visited in their tour and now his home, there were hundreds of orphaned children.
Murders happened every day here.
The police were corrupt.
The people were despicable.
And now his parents would be buried here, next to all those other despicable people.
It was so hard to imagine his beautiful mother, and his charismatic father buried with such disgusting scum.
They deserved better.
He wished they could at least have been buried in Romania.
Alas,
He was now alone.
The other kids didn't ask questions.
They just assumed he was here from doing something illegal; just like themselves.
But he hadn't done anything wrong.
He was a golden child.
So they pounced on him like wolves to a wounded lamb.
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