Dick Grayson one shots

Souvenir

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"Uuuuuuuuuugghh," Bruce groaned. "Alfred, do I really have to go?"

"Master Bruce, it would be rude to turn down their specific invitation," Alfred replied, following after Bruce with a lint roller in hand. "They wanted to thank you for the generous donation you gave them last time they came to Gotham."

"I gave them the donation so I wouldn't have to come," Bruce mumbled, crossing his arms.

"Master Bruce, you're acting like a child," Alfred berated.

Bruce gave Alfred a look before proceeding to slide down the banister to the floor below.

Alfred sighed. "What am I going to do with you?" He mumbled.

"Boys! Who wants to come to the circus with me?" Bruce shouted.

Silence was the only answer he got.

"Fine," Bruce said, grabbing his car keys and heading to the car.

"Bring us back a souvenir!" Came a shout from the family room.

Bruce shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips.

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The show was amazing, every act more spectacular than the last, up until the finale.

The Flying Graysons were amazing, easily blowing every other act out of the water, flipping through the air with a practiced ease and grace.

Bruce stared with rapt attention, his brain subconsciously analyzing their movement and picking bits and pieces from their routine to try out later as Batman.

The littlest Grayson was clearly a crowd favorite, and Bruce could tell why, finding himself smiling as the adorable little boy bounced up and down on the trapeze platform, excitedly waiting the moment he was to join the routine.

Mary and John Grayson swung over to their son, Mary reaching out to grab her son's hands.

Bruce noticed the slight halter in the trapeze's swing, something he watched for in his own grappling lines. He had just enough time for his breath to catch in his throat before the line snapped.

The audience fell silent, the only noise the sound of John and Mary's screams and their snapping bones as they collided with the ground below.

Bruce's eyes shot up to the last of the flying Graysons, huddling on the platform and staring in horror at the corpses of his parents below.

Everyone seems to be frozen as Dick scrambled down the ladder, rushing to the bloodied forms of his parents.

And just like that the world unfroze, cries of fright echoed through the audience, and people rushed forward, pulling Dick away from his parents.

Bruce fought through the crowd of people heading for the exit, eventually finding himself in the center ring.

Haly himself was currently giving a statement to the police, but Bruce didn't care about that. He knew exactly what it felt like to lose both of your parents so suddenly.

"Hey bud," he said quietly, kneeling in the sawdust by Dick's huddled form.

Dick looked up at him with tear filled blue eyes. "Mami si Tati," he sobbed.

Bruce's face softened and he gingerly pulled the 8 year old into a hug, not sure at first if he'd want the physical contact.

Dick immediately wrapped his arms tightly around Bruce, hiding behind his broad shoulders as he cried.