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━━━ AROUND 150,000 PEOPLE DIE EACH DAY GLOBALLY. On April 8th of 2005, 149,998 people that Richard Grayson didn't know died, along with the two people he loved more than life itself. John and Mary Grayson passed away in what the police report had decided was an accident. It was supposed to be a normal day at the circus; a normal act, like every other one, but the ropes snapped and they fell to their deaths, never to see their lives avenged.

Then Dick became Robin.

The night of the incident, Bruce Wayne was sitting in the audience of the circus, watching intently as the performers ran around. When the police arrived to examine the scene, and Bruce found the youngest Grayson crying over his parents bodies with his throat burning and eyes puffy, the older man took him in and became his adoptive father. Bruce understood the pain he was going through, having lost his parents at a young age too.

   Dick tried to run at first. He took every available minute he had and tried to make a break for it; climbing out of his window on the second floor and jumping through trees, stealing cars from Bruce's garage, skipping school to get as far away as possible. He gave up after the fourth try, when he got arrested for driving without a license and auto theft. Bruce bailed him out and after a long talk with his social security worker, Dick finally stopped trying.

   Bruce knew he was feeling alone, like the whole world was stacking blocks against him that he couldn't break through. And so he told him a secret that only one other person in the world knew about: Bruce Wayne is Batman.

   From that moment on, Bruce spent his free time training Dick to be his sidekick, and it almost became an excessive obsession for the two of them. Batman was created to punish the guilty, and Bruce had made a young and innocent boy into a weapon designed to do his bidding, a kid with pent up anger that used his emotions to hurt people.

   The rage that was weighing down on his chest was a constant reminder of what he'd lost—who he'd lost. He lost control of his feelings and let them cloud his judgement, and the guilt of that presented as resentment towards his adoptive father. 

   He hated Batman for what he had forced him to become, hated Bruce for thinking that it was okay to turn an eight year old into a vigilante that drew fire as a distraction, hated him for putting him at risk of being murdered in the streets of Gotham City. In hindsight, Dick should've known better than to join Bruce on his late night missions, but he was a naive kid and Batman was a grown adult. One that should've been smart enough to raise him as a normal kid.

   The boy was twelve when he met Donna Troy, who would be his saving grace for the three years before he was forced to move to a small town in California. She was the sidekick of Wonder Woman—Diana Prince, as most people call her—who was created to protect the innocent. She was kind to him, which is something that most people weren't. Dick was hard to get along with in most people's eyes: sarcastic, reserved, defensive, and at times confrontational.

   Donna didn't care. They were alike in many ways. Of course, she adjusted to their semi-normal lives better than he did. She made a lot more friends than most kids her age, and she was funny and smart, had a wicked sense of humor and always knew what to say. She graduated the year he became a freshman, moving away from her home town to go to art school. . . or something. Dick didn't really have a knack for paying attention to small talk.

   At least she still talked to him sometimes, although she was busy trying to get a steady job as a photographer while juggling Diana's schedule as well. She was there the day he said goodbye to Bruce and Alfred.