Fair warning: this story may or not make sense in the beginning. Hopefully everything keeps cleared up but I make no grantees. It will contain graphic descriptions of violence, an OC villain, some intense scenes that may be triggering, profanity and an ever changing plot line. Fun times. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. Unless I plan on answering it later on in the story, I will answer you. Enjoy. (Please excuse the horrible beginning.)
A cheering crowd roared like a ravenous lion below, eager for blood. Robin stood on the platform, feet like lead weights holding him still. His parents flipped gracefully through the air, ignorant of future events to come. He tried, oh how he tried, to call out, to warn them of the impending danger yet none heard him. His father reached for the trapeze and the moment it was in his firm grip, the cable snapped. Dick tried to scream but found that he had no voice. A maniacal laughter rang out through the tent as the trapeze holding up his mother also broke under the pressure. Dick turned back to the laughing crowd and found that they all had scar like smiles and painted faces.
He could make no sound. Absolute terror gripped him as he watched them fall, fall, crash into the solid dirt floor. Limbs at broken angles, blood staining the ground like wings, it was a sight to never be forgotten. Dick couldn't move, helpless and at mercy for whatever his tormentor had to throw at him. His robin costume had never felt more like a straight jacket. He shook it off and jumped down to where John and Mary Grayson lay sprawled on the unforgiving center ring.
"Stop laughing! Can't you see they're dead?" he shouted at the crowd as he knelt in the sticky mess. They couldn't stop, their bodies turning to rubber. They bounced up and down, swaying from side to side. His eyes widened in horror as each and every member of the audience began to merge into one rather familiar and menacing clown, whose insane laughter haunted the streets of Gotham most nights.
The Joker's face stared down at him, at least 30 times bigger than normal. "What's wrong Boy Blunder? Does the little birdy miss his mommy and daddy? Don't worry your pretty little head. They'll be coming back soon." He whipped away and faded into the now pitch black audience seating.
Without warning, his parents began to move. Their limbs twitched and righted themselves with a disturbing cracking noise, like someone breaking walnut shells. Like demented puppets, they pulled themselves together and began to stagger towards him. He fell back and tried to crawl away but to no avail. His back hit the wall the separated audience from performers. They began to speak and Dick covered his ears, trying to delete the sound of his parents' voices from his memory banks. It sounded like they were speaking through a meat grinder.
"Why didn't you save us? Why did you let us fall? How could you do this to us? I thought you loved us. How could you do this to us?"
They crowded over him, blocking out the big top lights. He cowered, trying to cover his head as tears flowed down his cheeks and stained his uniform. Their broken fingers clawed at his costume and they leaned their heads down, opened their mouths and...
"Interesting."
"What sir?"
"It's seems that our little experiment had another nightmare. His pulse is spiking considerably high."
"Sh... Should we wake him?"
"Yes, we need our little bird coherent for when we meet."
Confused? As you should be. Things will come to light in the next chapter. I promise I will explain. No beta. Any mistakes you see are mine.