Okay saw Preformances and HAD to write this little drabble. I know, I know, there are a bunch of these on FF (because it was the best episode ever) but I do hope it stands out and is enjoyable.
Please, read.
Haly's circus had changed a lot after four years, there were new faces and new acts, but there were also faces gone never to come back; Haly International Traveling Circus even more so, the performers had never know the family that had been lost to the circus those four years before, one could say that there was no one left to remember the Flying Graysons. But then one would be wrong.
The people who came to watch the family of aerialist would never forget the laws of possibility broken by the people flying above their heads, some would never be able to get the sight of falling and broken bodies burned into their mind to go away, and the circus that had seen all their acts would never forget, nor would it forget the boy who had been born and raised within its stripped tents.
He could call himself by any name and the circus would remember, there was no way to mask that feeling of belonging he gave off in the air, or the way the crowd would catch their breath as he might fall but didn't, and there was something about sight of a Grayson on the trapeze that the circus could always feel, as well as the ringmaster.
When he had introducing himself as Dan Danger, a sibling of the Daring Dangers, Jack hadn't know, but the second 'Dan's' feet abandoned the platform for the air, there was no way to hide the sight of a Grayson, born and raised in Haly's Circus, on the trapeze. The new costume didn't change a thing, it was a boy born to fly swinging through the air, that had always been the magic of the Graysons.
Jack had looked the thirteen over again after he realized, the eyes were exposed in his mask and those beautiful blue eyes, his mother's eyes, reminded him of the blonde woman that had been part of his family for so long before she was lost, and hair the same hue as the boy's gypsy father, Dick was what had been lost to the circus those four years ago.
The ringmaster knew that Dick was here for a reason, sadly it could not be that he simply wanted to come home, and when King Faraday reminded him again of the conquincidence of his circus being in the same place as the robbery he had no problem telling the Interpol agent that all performers were in their beds, even though the Dangers certainly weren't.
Jack knew he had to let the young aerialist know that he was never going to be forgotten by his home after he had saved the circus, and that some things could never be forgotten, but that wasn't always a bad thing. Dick was family, always was, and always would be, to everyone in the circus.
It was hard, that farewell performance, but it was important, not just because it put a smile onto the face of the boy Jack had missed dearly, but because Jack needed to know that some things could never be forgotten.
Someone who belonged in the air, someone who had been taught that someone would always catch him, someone who had always known that family was people who loved you, blood be damned, someone who had a home that missed him, but knew that new hands would catch him, another family that Robin trusted enough to help save his first home.
Those were the things that could never be forgotten.
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