REQUESTED BY ICHANGEDMYUSERNAMEOK SORRY IF Y'ALL HAVEN'T READ THE COMICS, I AM, AND BC MY HEAD IS IN THE DC COMIC UNIVERSE, IT'S GOING TO BE ABOUT THE CIRCUS AND STUFF, JUST BECAUSE I ALREADY FIGURED OUT THE STORY. ALSO, THAT'S MY OWN FANART, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF IT IN THE COMMENTS!
DICK'S POV
I remember it so clearly... the night my parents died. Creepy music that was once beautiful. Blinding yellow fairy lights draped on the red and white tent. Fire. String. Ribbon. The night that Bruce Wayne changed my life. Our life. Whatever. Y/N had changed so much after that. What was my best friend, courageous, funny, outspoken, humorous, became shy, quiet, and absolutely terrified of heights. I wouldn't blame her. That night changed both of us. I still don't know if it was for the better or worse. Even though our story was quite different... it left us both shook and closer than we ever, ever have been before. Y/N still gets night terrors at night, where she wakes up screaming. She's changed. More than I have. And so, so much. So much that I miss her.
YOUR POV
Dream
"Hurry up, Y/N, people are waiting!" Dick says to me, as I fasten my leotard. I roll my eyes. At least Dick has parents... I thought to myself. Mine were dead. "Once I was happy, but now I'm forlorn..." the stupid theme song played in the background as I climbed up the ladder. The circus was the next option other than an orphanage. Of course, I chose the circus. I look down at the crowd. There are its normal occupants, children eating fairy floss, families, and... was that... Bruce Wayne? That must have been what distracted me that night, fantasies of being rich. My hands tighten on the rope as I watch Mary and John Grayson swing so confidently, Dick mouths to me, 'It'll be fine,' it seems to comfort me. Then my dream changes. Now... I'm in Dick's position and he's in mine... Suddenly, as he swings, it all happens at once. Mary and John Grayson just fell to their deaths. As he swings, I scream and panic, watching his hands lose their grip. No. No. He can't die today. I know He I can't. There's so much more of his story left to write. And Dick doesn't know this yet, but our story. I can feel it. Please. Don't make him die. "Dick!" I scream as I watch him fall quickly. I reach down to grab him, back up to safety, to life, to a place where Mary and John Grayson never got to go, but I miss, and Dick Grayson, the only person that ever cared about me, the only person that cared about what I thought, is gone. Gone forever. All because I couldn't grab him. I sob on Dick's dead body as people crowd around us...
"Dick!" I wake up, sweating, tears streaming down my face. Beside me, my boyfriend Dick Grayson, Nightwing (IK IK sorry all Netflix Titans people, just pretend it says Robin, okay? No hate please), is sleeping next to me peacefully. I look at his calm stature with jealousy. How does he do it? How? I sniff and crawl closer, and my boyfriend groans, reaching over me and squishing me just a bit to turn on the bedside lamp. "It's 2:30, princess," Dick says, yawning. I love it when he calls me that. "Sorry," I say, sniffing and wiping my eyes with the back of my right hand. "No, it's okay, what's wrong?" he says, giving another yawn as he sits up. Suddenly he looks at my face and obviously, he sees I've been crying because he pulls me into a big hug. "You had another nightmare, didn't you?" Dick says. I nod.
DICK'S POV
"Baby, please tell me what's wrong, I hate seeing you like this..." I say, sighing as Y/N cries into my shoulder. She sniffs and muffled words come from my shoulder. I lift her head up, just a bit. "Baby, please," I say softly. She sniffs again. "It was the circus, wasn't it?" I say grimly. She looks at me, and then bites her lip and looks away. That's how I know I'm right. "Y/N!" I say, raising my voice. "Y/N, It was the circus, wasn't it!" I say, my voice filling with rage. I'll never forgive that bastard that murdered my parents and nearly sent my girlfriend to her death. As I shake in anger, Y/N shakes with tears. "Dick, it was different. I couldn't..." Y/N says.
"Couldn't what, princess?" I say gently. She softens. "I couldn't... couldn't ca... catch... catch you..." she says. I look at her in confusion. "But... but baby, I never fell," I say. "I know. I know. You--- you were me. I was you... watching. Just watching, Dick!" Y/N says, her voice breaking, as tears cascade down her cheeks, her eyes tinting red. "And your parents..." that's it. She hit a pressure point. A growl I didn't even know I was holding back comes out from my throat. Y/N flinches. "Sorry," I say.
She shakes her head and crawls closer to me, I move to the side and adjust my arm so that she can rest her head on my chest. "Dick," she asks. I look down at her. "Yes, princess?" I say. I don't know why I call her that, I just do. "How do you do it?" she says, looking up at me. "Do what, baby?" I say, stroking her hair. "Sleep. How do you sleep?" She asks me. I look up at the ceiling. How do I explain it?
"Well, normally I count," I say. "In my head." She gives me one of her many looks. She's already tried that. "Dick, you know that doesn't work," she says, as I sigh. "Then, if it doesn't, I imagine. Just... close your eyes, just listen," I say. "I think. Think of beaches, the sun dancing across my face, toes tickling wet sand, and clear blue waters just about to touch, sea salt spraying on my face," I look down on my girlfriend, but she's snoring peacefully. I smile and look at the clock, which reads now 3:00 am. Might as well try to sleep, I guess.
