Dick could feel the screams tearing through his throat, could feel the wetness of tears pouring down his cheeks, but the sounds were muffled and distant as he stared down at the broken bodies of his fallen parents, the sound of bones crunching replaying over and over again in his mind. He had watched them fall, had watched as their bodies hit the ground, had watched as blood pooled around their bodies on the ground below.

He was crying, screaming, hands shaking as he clambered his way down the ladder and raced toward his fallen parents. The crowd gathering around them was too large. There were too many people. He could not get through. All he could see were glimpses of their bodies, of his parents' lifeless eyes staring blankly out at him.

It was hard to breathe as Dick stumbled back, falling to his knees as he continued to cry. "M-Mami... T-Tati..." He sniffled, stammering out broken phrases in Romanian as he curled in on himself, anguish wracking his tiny form. People rushed around him, voices melding into a loud roar, no one noticing the tiny boy crying his eyes out on the ground.

Someone kicked him, and Dick whimpered, curling up tighter. He was distraught. Too distraught to notice when, one by one, other versions of himself began to appear around him, quickly swept up in the crowd and vanishing from sight.

The tears began to lessen as fatigue washed over him, but Dick remained curled up on the floor, even as the crowd around him slowly began to disperse, the initial panic subsiding as police took over the scene of his parents' deaths.

A gentle hand touched his shoulder, and Dick looked up, watery blue eyes meeting the concerned gaze of a man crouching down in front of him. "Hey there, bud. I'm Bruce Wayne. How about we get out of here, okay?"

Dick sniffled, rubbing at his eyes with one trembling fist. "B-but... M-Mami... T-Tati..." His shoulders shook as more tears began to spill down his cheeks.

"Shh... it'll be alright." Bruce said comfortingly, drawing the boy into his warm embrace, not seeming to mind as the bawling eight-year-old soaked his suit with tears. His hand stroked Dick's back soothingly. "It's okay. I've got you, bud."

Wrapped up in Bruce's arms, Dick cried himself to sleep, completely unaware that his unwittingly created clones were also finding their way to new homes... some far colder than his own.

AN:

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I have not really worked out an upload schedule for this story, but trust me when I say that it's going to be one epic adventure. 10/10 chaotic fun. Hopefully I can do the idea some justice, and hopefully you guys enjoy it!