Hey guys! I'm having a slight bit of writers block on my other story, so this happened! Hope you enjoy it, not a lot of the team in this but if you like it review it and I'll do more.
I watched the eight year old boy fly above me with grace that proved he was worth his nickname. The youngest member of the Flying Graysons never failed to impress me. I wouldn't let him know that. "With that colourful costume, you really do look like a Robin!" I laughed. Every so often the two circuses would meet up, and Dick and I would get to spend a few days together. "You should come up here, sora mai!" The young boy said, slipping into Romanian to call me sister. I laughed, "Nu, eu nu pot zbura ca tine!" No, I can not fly like you. Both of our parents were constantly trying to get us to speak English, but when it was just us two, we would often laps back into our first language. I twisted my fingers through the mane of the stallion that stood by my side. No, I could not fly like him, but when I rode, it sure felt like it. While Dick had taken to the trapeze, I had found my act with the horses. My father did liberty, and I had fallen in love with the animals from a small age. Now I preformed an act by myself, performing stunts on galloping, half ton animals. Dick could barely sit on them. The boy landed, and climbed down so he could come a stand with me. "Ești un laș, Roxie!" He said teasingly. You're a coward Roxie.
"Cel puțin eu nu cad de pe un cal de îndată ce merge mai repede decât la o plimbare!" At least I do not fall off a horse as soon as it goes faster than a walk!
"I se poate! Ma uit la mine!" I can. Watch me. He hopped on the horse, his acrobatic skills allowing him to get on top of the sixteen hand horse without much trouble. He had no idea what he was doing. He drove his heels into the stallion with unnecessary force, and the horse responded as such. He cantered off, the small boy bouncing on top of him. Dick threw his arms around the horse's strong neck, desperately trying to stay on. "Opri! I mean halt!" I yelled to my horse. He stopped at once, and the terrified boy slid off his neck and landed on the ground with a thump. "Ești bine? Pasăre mică, ești bine?" Are you okay? Little bird, are you okay? I rushed over to my best friend, who was mumbling, "Armăsar prost, am putea să o facă…" I laughed as he tried to blame my horse for his failure.
It had been just over a week, and it was time to say our goodbyes. We saw each other every six months, give or take a few weeks, ever since we could remember. Both circuses were packed and ready to head off. I was trying to lift a heavy bale of hay into the horses' cart, but it wasn't working well for me. "Dickie! I need help!" I yelled. He came running up to me, smiling as he took the other end of the bale. Between us, we managed to get it up and split it up for the team of seven horses. I shut the door and we stood in the dirt. "I'll see you in a few months, little Robin."
"Okay Roxie! See ya, good luck! Don't fall off!"
"Better me than you!" I laughed, thinking about how my falls were tiny compared to his. We got on our trains, waving at each other until our parents pulled us back into the cart.
I looked at my tear-stained face in the mirror, my blonde hair messy and my green eyes red. I couldn't believe it. When my dad had told me that the two adult Grayson's had died, I couldn't believe it. I couldn't stand to think that Dick could be there, out alone and frightened. Well, maybe not alone, I had heard some millionaire had adopted him. But he was like family to me, and knowing he was hurting this much caused me to break down. He was in Gotham City, a place we weren't expected to see for at least another few years. Remembering the last thing I had said to him only made me cry harder, the lighthearted teasing becoming a sick, twisted joke. I heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Sweetie? If you don't want to preform tonight, you don't have to." My dad's voice was slightly muffed by the door. I was lucky. I might only have one parent, but it was so much better than none. I opened the door to see dad there. He was upset too, but not crying like I had been. I wiped my face, brushing away the tears. "It's okay, the show must go on and all that stuff."