Performance

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A.N ~ Taking place as the episode titled Performance, the mission taking place on Dec 22nd, 20:08. This has been in mega editing as of November 4th!!!

I throw on my coat and slip my feet into my snow boots.
I sped my way downstairs and fled out the doors onto the slippery sidewalks, falling once or twice. People of all different kinds of old on the street giving me their wonderful wrinkled filled stares of disapproval as I made my way down the four blocks it took to get to my nearest neighborhood friendly Zeta Beam. My snow boots stomped on the salt sprinkled sidewalks as excitement fuled my running motivation. I typed in my ID and waited for the tickling and dizzying feeling to take over.

I managed to gain straight focus as i stepped off the platform. I seen everyone already gathered there and Robin was already talking. Oopsies.., I awkwardly approach the group and shuffle my way beside M'gann, pretending like I was there the whole time.

I know there are a few heads watching me but I intensely stared ahead at the Mini Bat while he spoke. Maybe I should be taking notes or something, maybe that would convince these duck wacks who knows what's up.

I was the only one out of uniform - huge over coat and big ass snow boots. Plus the sunglasses, I am legally changing my name to Creeplardo McCreepelton. Seems to fit me.
Robin ignored my entrance style and continued with his droning speech about the mission. I notice that Wally and Kaldur aren't here, makes me wonder why I'm here then. The black haired Boy Wonder walked to where Batman would stand and pulled up the seemingly clear blue hollo - computer. He quickly taped at the screen and three locations showed up. I crossed my arms, awaiting the input of information to flood out.
He swiped away at the screen before talking,
"Advanced weapons tech has been stolen at manufacturing plants in Europe, and each theft coincides with the tour stops of Haley's Circus. Batman is sending us undercover to catch the thieves." Robin stated.

Our tall "rebellious" red headed archer Roy walked up behind him,

"Does this clown car have room for one more?"

I see, trying to butt your way in. From what I heard, he has declined offers from the team every time they wanted him to help. He refused and announced his solo goings instead.

"Uh, n-no, I think we got this covered," Robin stuttered, trying to be polite.

I don't think that was the answer he was looking for. He leans closer to Robin and spoke something that I don't think was a friendly "oh okay!" He leaned away from the short boy, a smug smirk plastered on his face.

That's what lead us here

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Damen und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs, Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Haly International Traveling Circus! Where the world in the center ring is your oyster and these are our latest pearls! The Daring Dangers!

Lights went out and spotlights turned on, roaring screams of the excited audience waving out everywhere for anyone to hear. Bright spotlights landed on each of my nervous comrades who were to be performing. The plump man dressed in red and black with an extraordinary cane and top hat to complete his look of ringleader in the middle of the circus stared speaking out again,

Dan Danger! Dawn Danger!

The two of them waved to the ecstatic crowd and jumped off their platforms. Their bars swung forward with their bodies flowing from them, they let go to each do a perfectly coordinated flip through mid air, and grab onto the others trapeze bar. The spotlight swung from my acrobatic comrades to my not so acrobatic comrades down below.

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