The Batman

I think it's time for practice.

That must mean you finished everything on your plate, Dick?

Okay, okay. Let's go.

Woo-hoo!

I'm telling you, Mary, a leash is the only answer for that boy.

Wait for us, son.

Dick, your father said to wait.

Looks like the circus is in town.

Tony Zucco. Welcome to Gotham City.

John Grayson, the circus manager. Can I help you?

I'd like to think I'm here to help you, John.

For a small fee,

my brothers and I, we'll provide your circus with protection.

Protection?

I'm not sure I understand why we would need your protection.

I come from circus folk myself.

So let me put this in terms you can understand.

You don't pay us, and you'll have to deal with a strongman...

A lion tamer...

And a juggler.

- Stop. - Dick!

You've got quite a family here, John.

My pops always said, "Family's the most important thing."

I know, my brothers mean the world to me.

I'm not sure what I'd do if something happened to them.

Let me be blunt, John.

I don't think this circus or your family can afford not having our protection.

Funny. Because I think we can.

And what makes you so sure about that, sonny?

I called the police five minutes ago.

And guess who intercepted that call.

Come on. We gotta go!

Our family has been divided.

I think we should return the favor.

Okay, Dick, come on out now.

No. I look like a loser.

Your mother put a lot of work into the new costumes.

Well, are you gonna just stand there?

Is there a reason why this costume has to be so colorful?

Because when I see you up there, Richard, you make me think of a little robin.

A robin? Like the bird?

You know, kids my age get beat up for nicknames like that.

How about if we call you our Flying Squirrel?

Better?

You know, Dad, I'm not the only one who looks like a loser.

Loser? I'll teach you.

Oh, John...

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,

children of all ages.

I present to you the fearless Flying Graysons.

As always, performing their daring feats

without the safety of a net.

Aren't they fantastic?

And now, the youngest member of this amazing family.

Dick!

No!

I think the Flying Graysons might have to change their name.

Hello, Dick. I'm Bruce Wayne.

I'm sorry about your loss.

Thanks, Mr. Wayne, for everything.

I heard you paid for all this.

So how are you holding up?

I'll be okay.

At least, that's what everyone's been telling me.

I miss them. It's just not fair.

Anyway, thanks again.

His parents were all the family that boy had.

That's why I've decided to take him in as a foster son.

If he'll have me.

I was lucky enough to have you

to guide me through those dark days, Alfred.

Dick deserves the same.

Welcome home, Dick.

Dinner is served.

I think this table might be bigger than my family's entire trailer.

Indeed. It can seat 22 and sleep half that number.

Now, be sure you finish everything on your plate.

So where's Bruce?

He's never around, is he?

Unfortunately, his work demands much of his time.

Master Dick has been asking for you.

I can't sit back and wait for the police to link the Zuccos to the crime.

Now that the boy is part of this family,

I suspect he may need a father figure more than he needs a crime fighter.

The criminal responsible for my parents' death was never brought to justice, Alfred.

That's a burden I won't let Dick carry.

Boss Zucco and his brothers

have been harassing Gotham business owners for years.