Dick was introduced to the system of things fairly quickly. He was also fairly certain that the kid he shared his room with, who seemed to be at least three times as big as he was, hated him. He was shunned pretty quickly, no one wanting to associated with the circus freak. And so, Dick found himself sitting against the wall of the building on the concrete yard picking at the small stones on the ground with his knees pulled up to his chest. How long would he be in here? Was this his home now? Should he just get use to it?<br/><br/><br/>Alfred had heard when Bruce had gotten home, but had not gone to greet him or ask how the meeting had gone. The butler was still upset with the way the man had acted this morning. Putting supper in the oven, Alfred removed his oven mitts and threw them down on the counter so he could begin the dishes. There were better ways of dealing with recently orphaned kids, Bruce of all people should have known that, and still he had sent the kid away without a second thought. Putting his frustration into his dish washing, Alfred didn't hear Bruce come looking for him.