Okay before i start this fic. I gotta say it was fun writing this and whatnot, So when your finsh send in a nice lil review m'kay!Thanks.

And Olly Crap! Its almost 1000 words long! As you can see it doesnt take alot to make me happy!

"You can't save me"

"You are wrong"

"I don't belong here."

"Then tell me where do you belong?"

"You don't love me"

"You can't stop me from not loving you."

"Will you leave me now when I'm…like this?"

"How can I?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Do you trust me?"

-It only takes a few seconds for your life to be over.

That is if you are lucky.

He sees the spotlight is still on the ladder waiting for someone else to take a plunge. As if it knows it is missing someone.

Slowly he looks around and sees that there was one man, who stayed sitting in the empty bleachers. All the people who wanted a cheap high had left the tents. The one man who stayed looked directly at the young boy who was in a shiny red leotard.

Azure eyes looked over to a mismatching pair. A vibrant violet and icy cerulean blue. The young boy with the mismatching pair of eyes and brown hair looked up at the older man. His dark four piece Valentino suit stood proudly without a single wrinkle. His sharp eyes looked over the boy. The young boy's hands were covered in a large amount of blood. He didn't break contact from the older man in the audience as his parents were zipped up in the grey body bags and wheeled away. Leaving the cement floor stained a dark brown red. The faint smell of popcorn, cotton candy, and blood was laid heavily in the striped circus tent. He is beginning to feel dizzy by all the lights.

The fabulous freaks where leaving town. They were never home only where their hearts were their homes.

He knows he can't go with his old family. He is not the same as he was. His parents had disappeared becoming angels. And he was supposed to stay with his love.

"Mommy, I want to go with you and Daddy!" the young boy cried tears building in his eyes. The young woman looked lovingly at the small boy in her lap. His face flushed lightly with a hidden sadness. She looked at her young son who was a mixture of herself, made of her own blood and skin. She was still amazed she made this perfect human being. She was amazed she could make something so innocent and beautiful, oy, her son was going to be a lady/man killer.

She smiled sadly trying to hide the sadness that was leaking out of her bright eyes. She tried desperately to make herself believe that this wasn't the best solution, but people would need her Richard on earth more then she would. Especially Brucie, she had promised Thomas and Martha that she would never leave Brucie alone or take away his soon to be sweet.

"Honey, what about your Brucie? You know we can't leave him alone, you promised you would watch over him while me and your daddy go away for a little while.

"But where are you going mommy and daddy? And when will we meet again ? "Dick looked up at his parents. Their matching green leotards smiled largely at the trio from their closet.

"This is where we will always be Dickie boy!" his father pointed to his heart he smiled brightly for his son. He gave a quicked glance at his beautiful wife. Her eyes could never lie to him. He grasped her hands and smiled sadly at her.

"Now, Honey the next things I'm going to tell you are important so you need to listen closely."

-But he can't help but to forget about these things when two strong arms pick him up lovingly. He knows who the man is. It would be hard not to know who Bruce Wayne was, especially when you were in Gotham City. And especially when he was your heart's desire.

"Brucie?" He asked his soul mate the one person who could not lie to him. He felt wetness on his cheeks.

Was he crying? Why were they both crying? He could've sworn he wasn't feeling sad. He quickly tried to wipe the tears. He didn't want to seem weak in front of his gorgeous beau. But before he could Bruce's hand stopped him.

"It's okay to cry , My love. Its okay to be sad." His hand gently wiped the tears, making the younger male cry harder the older man grabbed harder onto his sweet heart.

Say goodbye, my own true lover,
As we sing a lover's song.
How it breaks my heart to leave you,
Now the carnival is gone.

I will love you til I die