left_the_cave (flyingsolo) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-05-13 19:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | nightwing |
Who: Dick Grayson
Where: Richmond, VA
When: May 13th, 2012
What: Mothers Day - Dick pays his respects to his mother and father.
Rating: PG
The circus grounds were just as he remembered them. The smell of sawdust and smoke were kicked up with each passing step. As he drifted through the thorough fare of food trucks he could make out the lingering sent of cotton candy in the air. Haly's circus had set up shop outside the city of Richmond and they had performed admirably, bring joy and merriment to the masses. Exactly as they had done 12 years ago.
The sun had long since dropped behind the horizon and the big top now sat empty. Strolling in through the performers entrance he activated the lights, several beams crossing in the air. Dick paused for a few moments to take it all in. Everything looked exactly the same. He could still hear the laughter, the applause, the screams.
Shrugging the duffel bag from his shoulder, the acrobat went about grabbing the gear he would need for the rest of evening. His body still remembered the motions his mother had shown him all those years ago and as he climbed the latter to the ceiling of the tent, his heart was racing. The last of the Flying Graysons had come home.
Every little motion brought back a rush of memories as he swung free of the platform. He remembered the way his mother would nervously smooth his hair before a show, her eyes always tearing up. Dick could still the face she made, equal parts amusement and disapproval, when she caught him dirtying his uniform playing with the other boys. He still remembered how she would call him her little robin when ever he showed off for his parents, refusing to stay in one spot. The physical exertion felt good as he went through the motions and it pulled attention away from the aching in his chest.
Grayson slid his legs around the bar and hung upside so that his arms swung beneath him as the trapeze moved along in a lazy arc. The flicker of lights and shadows as he passed from spotlight to spotlight danced along his closed eyelids. Once again he found himself playing through the events of that night. The final thing he remembered was the fright in his mother's eyes as the metal wire snapped. Dick released his hold of the bar, reaching out for the next rung, grasping for hands that weren't there.
The fall wasn't far and the net creaked as it accepted the fallen acrobat's weight before it tossed him back up. He reoriented himself and landed confidentially on the net. His gaze drifted up to the rigging above as it swung back and forth. His mother had died twelve years ago and though the memory still pained him, he knew she was still with him. Mary Grayson had given him her love, her passion and her dedication. Dick had kept the company of gods and men who could destroy planets but none of that strength compared to the strength his mother had in putting up with such a hectic life and a restless child. She was his inspiration and the only reason he had come so far in so few years. And she had taught him to never get up. So he climbed the ladder once more and practiced the routine until it was perfect.
Maybe someday he would show the world the final performance of The Flying Graysons.