John Grayson was standing at the top of the thirty foot platform, one foot infront of the other preparing for his role in the act. The moment when he would swing forwards and grasp his sons wrists. Or that's what should of happened.
At the last moment his attention was directed down, his wife Mary seemed to of frozen, a bullet shattering through her chest, almost hovering before gravity caught up with her and pulled her down, down onto the hard dirt below. John swung backwards, praying he would be in time to grasp his sons leg, but he knew it was over. "Dad!" Dick Grayson screamed as the ground yanked him down next to his mothers fragile body, the dirt next to the lifeless body already darkening with their blood.
More to come..