Bats in the Attic (Young Justice/Batman Beyond)

Empty, but not Completely

Leaving the diner, Dick looked up at the sky, taking a deep breath as he shoved his hands into his pocket. A slight drizzle continued to fall, his vivid blue eyes taking in the grey skies, wondering what the future held in store for him. All of his worldly goods, so to speak, were in his gym bag, but he now found himself being hired as a live-in nanny as he attempted to pick up the pieces of his memory.

"Maybe coming back to Gotham wasn't a good thing."

"Don't talk like that. And don't think about degrading yourself again." Warren took a deep breath.

"I wasn't, and I admit that was stupid. My parents would be rather displeased with what I said earlier." Dick's eyes narrowed, looking at his bike, knowing full well acting as nanny to a toddler meant using said vehicle less. An option was an option though, though truth be told he didn't recollect ever spending much time with kids. Instead, he'd always been the kid.

"Follow my car?"

"Yeah. Sure." Dick frowned, remaining completely unsure. He got onto the bike, shoving the address Warren scribbled onto paper. He watched the red-haired man help the toddler into the car, before starting up his motorcycle. The streets were slick with rain, and his feet slid easily from the ground as they took off. Looking around Gotham, he found himself thinking about every life in the dreary city, but how bleak the outlook was here.

Yet, Gotham was home, in its own strange morbid manner.

They came to an intersection when an abrupt reminder of how dark things could be hurtled through. Dick swallowed, his eyes squeezing shut as one of Gotham's villainous goons sped past, with the Batmobile making full pursuit. Robin also sped by, and for a moment it felt as if an image flashed, frozen on the back of his mind.

It seemed like Robin looked at him, and yet that couldn't be.

Warren rolled down the window as others stopped, and he peeked back. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I think so." Yet, for some reason he felt empty as he watched, reminded something – no – so many things were missing.

They arrived at Warren's apartment, and Dick pulled his bike into the small garage beside his friend's car. Before entering, he noted the proximity to the street, meaning the place wasn't ideal for a child to play, but what place in Gotham was. While small, the place wasn't cheap either. Letting out a sigh, he entered through the garage with Warren.

The door led to the kitchen, where Dick set down his keys. He glanced at Terry in Warren's arms and watched as the boy looked at him warily. The man set the boy down into a playpen in the living room area. "How about I show you the guest room? You can make yourself comfortable, and then we can talk more about how this works."

"Sure."

The room was simple, not that he minded. What made the manor home wasn't all the fancy accouterments of the place. Currently, there was no home, as the element which made home the place it was didn't exist, so he had to take what he got. The bag dropped onto the bed, and he turned to look at the closet.

Taking a deep breath, his mind noted the fact Mary was his type, but she was a friends ex, and Bruce's daughter, making her, it seemed, off limits.

Dick turned, heading back into the living room area. Warren sat at the counter in the kitchen. The man motioned him over, and he saw the papers on the counter. One of the papers was a newspaper, with a story regarding Batman and a villain hitting the front page as per the norm. The other papers were sheets of paper with what appeared to be a schedule of sorts, likely what Warren wanted to talk over with him.