Author's Note: This is an Flying Grayson, extra sibling story, with a twist in my opinion. I really hope you enjoy. This will be updated in a few hours, or in the morning. Depends on if I drink Diet Coke or Not. For those of me who are mad for not updating Divided We Fight. I have writer's block, and this is what came out of it. Divided We Fight will be updated by Tuesday at the LATEST.
Disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice, or the Flying Grayson's…I desperately wish I did.
They were flying through the air, flying like the birds they were named for. It was my brother's turn next, and then mine. The red and white of the circus tent lit by the blinding spotlights, over the thousands of people in the stands, I loved it. Every second of it was pure heaven, because I got the chance to have a thrill that I couldn't have anywhere else.
My brother leapt off the platform, and grabbed my mother's hands the chalk exploding when they touched, as they came back for the second rotation I heard a snap. It was so loud, and so far away, I don't really remember much after that. The snap, and then everything else is a blur. My mother threw my brother up, and I caught him by his wrist, barely. I almost missed. He almost fell too. I held him in a hug as the slow-motion fall of my parents, and then the gasp of the crowd. It was unreal. They hit the ground with a sickening thud, and the forms of my sleeping parents. Because up here it looked like they were sleeping. Ignore the unnaturally twisted arms, and the broken forms, erase the dark crimson, and they could be sleeping. I wanted to believe that they would wake up. I just stayed there as my brother ran down to them sobbing in their blood.
I don't think it had quite hit me yet, I had tears silently running down my face, dripping onto the wooden platform of death, but other than that there was no real reaction. People said I was in shock, but I could hear their whispers "she barely even reacted." I could hear the rumors, even though I tried to block them out. My brother ended up being comforted by a billionaire who he didn't even know, while I stayed up there in shock, silent tears dripping down my face.
Dick ended up being adopted, but I was twelve almost thirteen, I could stay with the circus. I took it. I felt guilty as hell afterwards, but I took the opportunity to stay with Pop Haley, and all the other's I cared about. I didn't really hear from Dick after that, and I don't blame him. He has every right to be mad, and hate me for leaving him, but one thing I can say is that six months after he got adopted a sidekick to Batman appeared. A sidekick that had raven colored hair, and he could do a triple without breaking a sweat. I bet if you had taken off the domino mask that he wore you would see a pair of big baby blues, shining no matter how much crap you throw on it over the years.
And he was standing right there, fifteen feet in front of me four years later, with a pair of sunglasses on and a few other people ready to fly again. Robin was coming home.
