As the movie played, Dick placed the remote down next to him and curled up on the couch. Pulling his knees up, and resting his chin on them, Dick watched the TV with rapt attention. He had heard stories about the Batman when the circus had come to Gotham, and he had looked up to the hero who protected the city. He had always dreamed of being a hero, chasing the bad guys and saving people. He knew it was a silly idea, that things like that didn't happen, but a boy could always dream, right?<br/><br/>Nearing the end of the movie, Dick had changed positions so his head was resting against the arm of the couch, with his legs tucked close to himself. He didn't want to disturb Copperhead who was seated next to him. She didn't appear to be paying much attention to the movie from the brief moments when Dick had glanced over to her. It was like this that he felt his eyelids growing heavy and had to force himself awake once or twice, wanting to see the end of the movie, but also not wanting to fall asleep here. Soon the credits were rolling and the boy caught himself yawning and drifting close to sleep once more, as much as he wanted to resist he was exhausted.