Deathstroke's Shadow (DP/YJ)

Chapter 6

No POV

"Ladies and gentlemen! I present to you the Fearless Flying Grayson's!" A voice announced. 

Lights hit the spot two people stood above everyone else in the circus tent. The two stood, waving to the crowd.

"Fly free my little Robin." The mother, a woman whose face was hidden in the shadows, spoke softly to the smaller person standing in front of her.

"Mom?" The kid questioned.

"Go on, fly." She urged, giving him a small nudge.

He took the bar in between his hands and jumped from the platform. He soared through the air, a feeling he would never get tired of.

He let go of the bar, doing a triple flip through the air then grabbed onto the next bar. This continued on for a bit, the little boy flying through the air. It was as if no one else was around.

He landed on the platform on the other side of the trapeze, waiting to watch his parents give their performance. Except, no one else stood on the other side.

He looked around in a panic. The crowd was gone and so was the ringmaster.

The little boy scrambled down the ladder and got to the ground.

"Mama! Mama?! Tata?!" He screamed, looking for his parents.

There, in the centre of the ring. He ran over, so excited he found them.

"Mama! Why aren't you up on the trapeze? Where is everyone?" He questioned as he ran over to his parents.

Except, something was wrong. His mother disappeared to be replaced with three bodies on the ground, bleeding out and no doubt dead.

"Dick!" 

Dick woke with a start, springing up in bed and almost hitting the figure that was leaned over him.

He looked around frantically. Suddenly realising it was all a dream and he was back in his room.

"Bruce?" He looked his father figure in the eye, tears streaming down his cheeks.

He jumped into adoptive father's arms. Bruce wrapped his arms around the terrified child. Sobs wracking the small body.

"Bruce, why? Why do they have to be gone?" He questioned, his voice coming out in sobs. 

"I don't know, chum." Bruce's voice was void of emotion as he stroked the younger's hair in a calming manor.

They both just sat there, Dick's face buried in Bruce's shoulder. It took some time, but the tears eventually faded and all that remained was the evident red eyes and tear stains on the cheeks.

Dick looked up into Bruce's eyes, his own now void of all emotion. Dick having no clue what to feel at the moment anymore.

"Why did we stop looking for him? What if something has happened to him because I wasn't there for him?" 

Bruce looked into Dick's eyes, trying to find something. He found what he was looking for. He knew Dick still blamed himself. His ward had told him once that Danny was only gone because he went to check on his parents first and didn't even think of Danny in that moment. He knew that is what Dick was thinking in this moment.

Bruce however couldn't find an answer to Dick's question. He wanted to tell Dick it wasn't his fault, but he done so, so many times. And each time upset Dick even further every time he had to hear it. 

"I don't know." Was the only reply he could give in that moment. 

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In another unknown area of Gotham, another boy was awoken by a dream similar in a way.