How To Guess a Robin's Identity

Circus - A Full Circle

So, it has been 3 and a bit years. Sorry (please don't hurt me). Yeah, I have very little valid excuses but hey. This will be the final chapter and I just want to thank you all for reading it and putting up with me.

Also, I am planning on putting everything onto AO3 as well so I will likely update on as well (spelling mistakes etc I missed) so be prepared for that. I am also planning to post a Doctor Who fanfic soon (ish) so if interested keep an eye out for that.

When I say 'young heroes' or 'younger members' I am referring more to the fact they are later additions to the team than their actual age. The 'older heroes' is the original team basically (and the original Titans). And I know they operate out of the Watch Tower now but let's pretend they have their own secret base.

This one is set shortly after Renegade 2 so in my own alternate universe (nothing about season 3 as I have seen none of it sadly) and as normal I own nothing. Also, bear with me, I have never been to a circus.

Robyn :)

The idea had come to him in the midst of a normal patrol in Bludhaven. He had been flipping across rooftops and just generally enjoying the warm evening air. It had been a quiet night, only a few attempted muggings, but the night was still early. As he moved across buildings, he got a glimpse of large poster. It must have been put up only earlier that day as it didn't show the typical signs of weathering or damage that posters inevitably face. It wasn't its good state that grabbed his attention though but the contents. It shocked him so much that he missed the landing of his last flip and tumbled into a heap on the hard roof.

Groaning, he sat up rubbing his head. He wasn't injured just a bit more bruised than he would like and very thankful no one had been around to see his fall. He moved back to the edge of the roof, overlooking the wall down below where the offending poster was stuck. He glared at the poster, blaming it for his bruised state before reading all the details. That's when the idea struck. Nightwing had been repairing his relationships with both teams and his family but there were still awkward moments and the younger members were still clueless about his real identity. A grin slowly broke across his face, the offending poster had given him a brilliant idea on how to help repair some damaged friendships and give them a reward for all the hard work during the invasion.

He leapt away into the night, full of new energy and ready to take down any criminal who tried to commit a crime tonight. He had a plan and an old family friend to talk too.

The offending poster's contents? Haly's International Travelling Circus was back on tour in North America.

The team was training in their new headquarters when the zeta-tubes activated. That was normal, however what was not normal was the lack of identifier being called out.

Impulse, who had been sparring with Beast Boy, was the first (and only) to notice and react. He swept Beast Boy's feet from under him (causing him to hit the mat with an audible oomph) and sped off towards the entrance hall before anyone could stop him.

"Seriously Impulse?! What was that for?" Beast Boy whined as he pulled himself off the floor already bemoaning the inevitable bruises. "Where are you going?" He called out only to receive no answer. He did, however, gain the attention of the rest of the team who had been partnered off to spar and were being supervised by the original team. They stopped their own fights and moved over towards Beast Boy.

M'gann was the first to Beast Boy's side, running her eyes over him to check for any injuries as she held his shoulders captive. "You okay Gar? What happened?"

"I'm fine. The zeta-tube went off and Impulse just knocked me to the floor before speeding out of here." Beast Boy explained to the onlookers as he inched towards the door, trying to escape M'gann's grasp.