Richard couldn't believed what was happening. It couldn't be real, it was all a bad dream. Any minute now he was going to wake up and they would be there to tell him it was okay. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the sounds of people trying to get his attention, of police sirens in the distance, and the constant feel of tears on his face.<br/>"Mami , tati sus trezesc!" He tried to wake them up but nothing worked. He could feel the crowd pushing in, trying to get a word from him, or talking among themselves. Why weren't they helping? Couldn't they see his parents needed help?<br/><br/>Suddenly he heard someone else calling his name, telling him to come with them. Looking up, his vision blurred from the tears, his eyes met those of a woman he couldn't remember seeing before. He watched her stop and look back at a large man. Instinctively he pulled away when she reached form him, speaking in a language he didn't know. When a clawed hand closed on his wrist Richard struggled against it, twisting his arm away from her. He jerked away and ran, pushing through the crowd to get away from this woman. He felt something running down his arm and glanced down, feeling sick to his stomach when he saw the line of blood. It wasn't deep but it hurt, and the blood had gotten on his uniform, staining it with dark red spots. Stumbling, he ran until his head pounded and his breath came in small pants. At the edge of the circus where the land had been cleared and gave way to the dark streets of Gotham Richard fell to his knees, clutching his arm to himself. The scratch burned, bringing fresh tears to his eyes. With a gasp he fell, curling in on himself as his vision faded to darkness.