The Forgotten Twin-- A Young Justice story

CHAPTER 1: THE BEGINNING

Everyone watched in horror as the two fell. It was like the world went in slow motion, just so everyone inside the large circus tent could see every heart-wrenching second of it. Every cry, every scream, every wail seemed nothing but a distant voice compared to the two Grayson twins situated on the podium above, their once all-smiley show faces no longer existent.

Rebecca and Richard watched in horror as their parents fell. The sound of crunching bones forever engraved in their mind. The image of their parents' bodies twisted and bent in all angles, burned into their memory, an image that they are most likely never to forget.

Both children were rushed off of the podium as sirens could be heard in the background. People were talking all around, the other acts coming to the children as they were like family. Jack Haly, the Ringmaster came up to the two, speaking words of his condolences but neither was really listening.

Richard kept his eyes on the ground as if it would take away the pain. While young Rebecca was curious and clever, but in this moment her loss seemed too much to handle and she'd believe anything to make it untrue.

Rebecca turned her head to where the paramedic had just covered her once smiling parents, her fathers hand sticking out of the yellow tarp, she could've sworn that she saw his ring finger twitch. Being the same curious self she walked over in hope of her father being alive. When she reached him, she knelt down and slowly pulled the tarp off and regretted it instantly.

John and Mary Grayson, high-school sweethearts who ran away to join the circus in hope of chasing their acrobat dreams, got married, had two beautiful children and became circus famous, their family known as the 'Flying Graysons'. Everything seemed fine yes? Well, that's a story for another day.

Nobody saw the man whom, clothed in black dragged the young female Grayson to God knows where, her screams muffled by his hand, she bit, kicked, punched and did all she could to get back to the warm, comforting embrace of her brother. It was almost like the universe just wanted her to be miserable.

A cloth covered her mouth but from what she could tell something about the cloth was off, and her hunch was right because when she inhaled she fell, unconscious.

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Al Bhil-wania knelt before Ra's Al Ghul, head bowing in respect while knowing her short stay with the league was ending, this simply being a ceremony- of sorts.

"Al Bhil-wania, The Acrobat. You must return to the cruel world outside the safe walls of Nanda Parbat. As you know your biological brother, Richard and Mr. Wayne have been searching for the past year for you. They have searched nearly every orphanage in the United States, all but one, in Gotham, of all places, the one orphanage they haven't checked. That, my warrior is where you will stay until their visit in two days time."

Al Bhil-wania looked down at the thought of seeing her beloved brother again, and finally meeting this Bruce Wayne.

"But do not forget, child," Ra's began again. "That you belong to me. When the time comes I will call you to be by my side in battle, loyal as ever. That day maybe in a week, a month, a year, several years, keep training and be ready. Now leave, join your brother in this new life you will be entering."

A simple nod was her only response before leaving.

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