It was only a matter of time before he grew too curious. Dick wanted to break something. He wanted to scream and hit and destroy. In hindsight, it was a terrible coping mechanism. Bruce and Alfred, bless his kind soul, had, like, two rules.
Rule one, don't climb on the chandelier. Done, broken. Rule two, don't go in the study. That one was a work in progress.
Fun fact about humans (especially bored-and-depressed-nine-year-olds): if you tell them specifically not to do something, they're going to try doing it.
He had a plan, boy did he have a plan. Using his born talent of acrobatics, he would wait until Alfred was finished playing the piano, and sneak in the balcony entrance. Surely, he was a genius.
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The Ghost Of Wayne Manor
FanfictionBruce Wayne is missing, and Wayne Manor is empty. It's the perfect place for a tired young ghost to settle down and earn the qualifications for his haunting permit. Unfortunately, he didn't account for the groundskeeper, and now he has to spend ten...
