Our Home: Chapter 15

Our Home

Let us mourn

| Gotham city

Flags moved slowly in the cold afternoon air, clouds covered the sky ready to burst any second with rain. Little droplets fell, not enough to call it a rain storm but still, it was rain. The city was quite. No one seemed to want to disturb the mourning people of the city. No villains were in sight, no thugs, no henchmen, no gangs, no one was in sight. Family's stayed in their houses, few people walked the streets.

Even though no villains were out, a little bird was. Robin, his raven black hair waving in the wind watched over the city. He understood what this day meant. But still he was on patrol. He wouldn't let anyone else suffer this day. Too many people with scars mental and physical were already mourning. He wouldn't let anymore feel pain.

Batman didn't know he was out here of course. If he did then he would be by his side. He would have never let the little bird go by himself. But Bruce was actually currently at work. And Alfred thought he was at Wally's. That's the story he had told. Saying he was going to hang out at Wally's after school.

Robin sighed, from his rooftop perch. He got to his feet and jumped down into an alley way next to the building he was on. He walked over to the back of the alley and uncamouflaged his backpack. Wayne Enterprises had been working on cloaking devices. Dick had "borrowed" one of the prototypes from one of Bruce's labs. Dick picked up his backpack and opened it up taking out his civilian wear. He changed out of his superhero wear and into a black shirt, blue hooded shirt, black skinny jeans, and converse.

He then placed his Robin suit into his backpack and slipped the straps on his shoulders. The six year old walked out of the alley and into the streets of Gotham. He pulled up his hood, hoping to hide his face from the citizens and to help block out the rain that was starting to fall. He walked away from the alley and down the streets. People glanced at him, as if trying to figure out why someone his age would be walking around the city alone.

He walked across one of the crosswalks and down towards a flower store. He walked in, keeping his hood up. He picked out several different types of flowers, roses, daisies, tulips, all kinds. He walked up to the person at the counter, and pulling out the money for the flowers.

The cashier took the money without question. Dick nodded at her and walked out of the store. He had one more stop to make before going back to the manor. He walked a couple blocks down the street and towards a place he knew all too well… the cemetery. He walked in, holding the flowers in an almost death grip. He walked to several tomb stones. Kneeling down, staring at them for a second, before placing a flower next to it. Several people were there, doing the same thing. It was normal for today.

Dick walked over to the last tombstone, he had a single white rose in his hand, kneeling down he placed the rose next to the tombstone. The name of the person was Allie, she had only been six years old when she died, the same age Dick was now. Dick stayed there, staring at the little girl's tombstone when a comforting hand was laid on his shoulder. Dick turned to look at the man whose hand was on his shoulder. It was Bruce, holding an umbrella over his and Dick's head. He was kneeling next to him and giving him a worried look.

"Dick? What are you doing here?"

"Same as everyone does when they come here. Visit those who died." Dick replied.

"After all… it is 9/11…"