This is my first fanfic, so please tell me what you think! Sorry if you think Dick's a little OOC, but he just lost his parents.

Kate's POV

I was horrified. I had just watched two of the best acrobats I'd ever seen die. And their son had seen it too. Bruce took me outside and said that he was going to talk to the police, and that I was supposed to sit on the curb and not leave until he came back. I heard loud sobbing and looked around. I saw the little Grayson boy being carried by two men, which can't have been easy, seeing as he was twisting and kicking. They sat him on the curb, a little bit away from me. I looked at him crying and decided to try and calm him down. Everyone did say I was very nice and easily likable, as well as being an extrovert.

Dick's POV

The girl that was sitting on the curb near me scooted herself closer to me and put her hand on my shoulder. She looked about 7 years old.

"Hey, everything will be fine, you'll be okay."

I just cried harder at how nice she was being. She pulled me into a hug and began to stroke my hair. I pulled away.

"C'mon, I'm not gonna hurt you." She said , gently smiling. She hugged me again and I hesitated. I mean, my parents had taught me stranger danger after all, but it was kind of obvious that she just wanted to calm me down, so I relaxed a bit. But I was still confused.  Why was this girl, who I had never met in my life, being so kind to me? After a few moments the girl decided to start talking.

"My name's Kate, what's yours?"

"D-Dick. Dick Grayson." I stuttered.

"Oh! What school do you go to?" Kate asked.

"I'm homeschooled." I responded.

She let out a small gasp, "Me too! My dad and butler teach me everything that I need to know!"

"You have a butler?! That's so cool!" I exclaimed

"Yeah! He's really nice, but kinda strict. Besides, my dad more than makes up for it. Well, my adopted dad. My parents died too, and he adopted me. He's really nice! Wouldn't it be so cool if he adopted you, and then we would be siblings, and we would see each other everyday!"

"Wait, your parents died too? Then how can you be so happy? Shouldn't you be really depressed?" I asked, confused. Tears were still pouring down my cheeks, Kate didn't seem to notice though.

"I was for a while, but then I bounced back! I can't stay angry or sad for long! Everyone says that I'm an optimist! Besides, why focus on the one bad thing in life when there are so many good ones? Plus, if they never died, I would never have gotten adopted by Bruce, so that's something good that came out of it." She said, smiling.

 We talked for a while, about anything from our favorite colors to our favorite thing to learn about. I still  felt heartbroken, but the girl was distracting me, which was really nice. When she had to go, Kate hugged me and said goodbye. The police took me to an orphanage, where I was teased and bullied constantly. Whenever I felt like giving up, I thought of Kate, and the memory of her kept me going. I remembered her optimism and decided to be just as optimistic as her, so I kept holding out for a miracle. About 4 weeks after I got there, I got adopted by a man named Bruce Wayne. His butler held open the door to the limousine for me, and I slid in. We drove in silence for a while until we pulled up into driveway. The house (if you could call it that) was HUGE!  I walked in the front door and into the large entry hall. 

"Dad? Are you back?" a voice called.

"Yes." Mr. Wayne yelled back. I frowned. That voice seemed very familiar. A girl came running into the hall. I gasped.

"It's you!" I exclaimed, but couldn't get anything else out because I suddenly got tackled.

"Yay! I told you it'd be great if you got adopted by Bruce!" Kate said, grinning. I hugged her back.

"You sure did." I replyed, smiling as widely as her.