Haha. I love Dick and he's like amazing and whelming. Haha. Like usual here's a fanfic about him.

B) - Robin troll

-Dick's POV-

They were falling; their wings failing them. Falling down, down, and down. No. Don't leave me. Stop. No. This is just a dream, no a nightmare. Stop, I need to wake up.

"Dick," her mom whispered, fear evident in her voice. No. This isn't real. STOP!

Crunch.

I couldn't bear to look at the ground. Where their bodies lay; distorted in inhumanly ways.

Mom, Dad, Uncle Richard, Cousin John, no…. This can't be real. I ran my hands through my black hair. My legs gave away and the tears streaming down my face. Why was I crying? Why was everybody screaming? This wasn't real, right? It was not real, it couldn't be. I clenched my tan gypsy skin around my hair and pulled. I winced in pain. In pain that means it hurt. You couldn't feel pain in your dreams. This wasn't a dream but it had to be. I pulled my hair tighter and felt some hairs loosen. It hurt so bad. Everything hurt so bad. I felt somebody pull me down from the high platform. No, I don't want to go down. No, down is evil. It killed them, it wasn't pitiful towards them. It was evil. I struggled against the person taking me down to the black cold ground.

"Stay still," said a cold harsh voice. He tightened his grip on me and I offered a whimper. Everything hurt so bad. Me feet touched the ground and at the corner of my eye I saw crimson red blood. An unforgiving color. STOP IT! I clenched my eyes tight. A firm dry hand pulled me out into the cold city of Gotham and pushed me into a car. I slowly opened my eyes and then I realized I was in a cop car. I was in the criminal side of the car. Criminal side? Was I in trouble? Of course, I was. I could've saved them but I didn't. I didn't save them and then my breathing my breathing became quick and heavy. The police car parked at the juvenile center. Juvenile center? My breathing became faster and my heart clenched. Everything hurt so bad.

"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry," I kept mumbling quietly to myself. I didn't know who I was apologizing to. Me? The police man? My dead family? Dead. I went cold and I froze in the leather car seat. The car door opened and a man with a grey whiskery beard.

"C'mon little boy," said the man with a deep hoarse voice. I silently walked to the juvenile detention center. The room was bright and white and had an old lady at a maple wood desk.

"Hey Betty," said the man to the women.

"Hey Geoffrey. Who's the kid," Betty asked while nodding her head at me.

"He's Richard John Grayson. A circus kid. His family was doing a trapeze act," the man leaned in to the man and whispered, "Betty, you should've seen it. His family went well…splat."

The woman rose to her hand dramatically, "Oh my, was there no net."

"Nah, remember their gypsies. The damn gypsies were stupid enough to have no net." My whole body stiffened at his comment.

"But, still what is he doing here," Betty asked while pointing a pink nail polished finger at me.

The man sighed and said, "No room at the orphanage. Damn, all these psychos leaving children parent less. Betty, that damn boy is too innocent to be in a place like this." Innocent, I left all my innocence after my whole family was murdered right in front of my eyes. It was no accident, they were murdered by Tony Zucco. I clinched my fists and had a disgusting taste in my mouth as I thought of his name. I just knew it was him even though I had no evidence.

"C'mon Richard, follow me," the woman said sticking out her old wrinkly hand. I hesitantly took it feeling the wrinkles against my smooth hand. She led me to a grey door and then she reached into her pocket taking out a jumble of keys. After fumbling some keys she stuck one in a key hole.

"Sweetie, you can sleep in here. You could wash up in there and Geoffrey will get your belongings and will give it to you tomorrow." I nodded and stepped into the dark room. The room got darker as Betty closed the door and locked it out of habit. I fumbled for the lights and found something bump against the smooth wall. I flipped on the switch and the room was filled with dim light. In the room was filled with a hard mattress and aqua thin blankets, a grim sink at the side of the sink a single toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste with a dirty mirror covered on dust hung above the sink, and a shower stall. I headed towards the sink and wiped the dusty mirror. What I looked at wasn't me. What I looked at had dull blue eyes not bright blue laughing eyes and he had pale skin not the tan skin I had. I touched the mirror cold against my fingertips. Who is this boy? I sighed and quickly brushed my teeth and didn't bother to take a shower. I turned off the lights and trudged over to the hard bed. The bed groaned against my weight and I wrapped the thin blankets over me. I closed my eyes and waited for the darkness completely take over my mind.

~page break~

There was a family of birds, robins to be exact. They were completely unaware of the fierce hunter, Tony Zucco, aiming a gun at them. Shots were heard and the tiniest robin of them all watched as his family fall. Zucco laughed evilly and decided to leave the tiniest bird of them all to suffer.

I woke up panting and sweating. I heard knocking at my door and I was about to open it then I remembered it was locked.

"Can I come in, sweetie?" I recognized the voice and it belonged to Betty.

"Um…sure," I said weakly. I heard a click and Betty came in wearing a grey knee length skirt and a white blouse.

She handed me a duffel bag and said, "Dress up sweetie, there's a couple to see you downstairs." She walked away but I did not hear a click telling me that she didn't lock the door. I took a hot shower cleaning off the sweat that plastered my body. I scrubbed hard against my body trying to wipe away the grieve away. I turned off the water and my whole body pink from my constant hard scrubbing. I put on a polo and dark skinny jeans. I opened the unlocked door with my duffel bag and clanked down the medal stairs. I saw Betty talking to a young couple that looked between their mid-twenties or early thirties. The man had murky brown hair and sea-green eyes and had his arm wrapped against a lean blond woman with brown warm eyes.

"Oh Richard, meet Veronica and William Collins," said Betty noticing me. The couple turned into me and they smiled kindly to me.

I walked towards them and stuck out my hand, "Hello, my name is Richard John Grayson but please call me Dick and nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Collins."

The blonde woman took my hand and kneeled down to my height, "Nice to meet you to, Dick and call me Veronica and call him Will." I nodded and walked away from the juvenile detention center. I just prayed that I will never have to stay at this place again.

Well, here's the prologue. Hopes you liked it and the next chapter will have a four year span after Dick's families' death.