Dick sat in the car, his hands resting on his lap in handcuffs again. He sighed and moved around in his chair, "Stop moving!" the one policeman commanded, Dick looked up and narrowed his eyes, "Your sick kid" The policeman continued, "How could you kill-"
"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! " Dick snapped.
"YES YOU D-"
"I didn't!" He yelled back, wishing Bruce would get back.
"Of course you did now shut up." Soon the car journey was over and they came to a stop outside Arkham Asylum. "No" Dick mumbled, though he knew it was coming, it was still a large surprise.
The officers got out the car and told Dick to get out, of course he stayed, he was not going to Arkham. Ever, he knew what it was like in there, sycopaths were in there, Joker, Scarecrow and all of his enemies were all lying withing the dark stone walls of the asylum Atleast its not blackgate... Dick thought. The officers grabbed Dick by his upper arms, roughly yanking him out the car. The boy growled trying his best to remain in the vehicle
The police yanked him out and he tumbled to the dirty ground. He grunted as he was roughly yanked up and tugged along, Dick refused to move but he was just dragged towards the asylum, Dick dug his feet ito the ground, trying to slow down his arrival to the asylum. He eventually gave up and was dragged along the dirty halls of the asylum.
He growled as he was taken into a little room, un handcuffed and handed a orange jumpsuit. Dick sighed knowing the Arkham rules, the guard (who was male) would have to watch to make sure Dick didn't hide anything beneth his suit.
Dick grumbled and swiftly got changed, making sure his utility belt stayed inside his blazer pocket. He smiled slightly and looked down at himself immediately hating the colour orange.
Dick scowled at his suit and handed the giard his clothes. The guard handed them to another who took them away. He was then taken to a small cell and thrown in. He tumbled on the ground and the door was locked. "Oh jesus christ" he muttered as he sat on the messy 'bed'. Though it didn't look like a bed.
Or smell like one for that matter. Dick immediately frowned, not astrous or welming at all he thought. He stared out the bars and wished they'd just melt away and fall to the floor. Of course that didn't happen.
The 13 year old looked at the ground and walls, maybe juvie would've been better... he thought looking at the tiles falling off the walls... he could break out...maybe...it'd be possible.
Dick looked at the guard, the guard was looking at the cell opposite him, in that cell was a man, much taller than Dick. He had short brown hair and was wearing the orange jumpsuit like Dick. He was glaring at the boy then spoke up "Whacha in for kid?" he asked, his deep voice flowing through the bars and into Dicks cell. Dick ignored him, looking away at the tiles, to risky to try to escape now, maybe later when the guard may not hear.
Dick knew the asylum would be worse than he thought, but would he be ready for what lay ahead?
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