NWNWNWNWNWNWNWNWNW

Cass stared at the trapeze in suspicion, her keen eyes searching for any weakness. Dick laughed softly and ruffled her hair.

"Don't worry Cass; I check the rigging every time I fly. Even in the Cave."

Tim shuddered, the air getting chilly where he stood. "Dick, be careful ok?"

"Oh he will." A snide, sneering voice piped up, "He doesn't want history repeating itself now does he?"

Tim growled "Why don't you leave him alone, Dutchman? He didn't do anything to you, other than be a better sport, performer, and oh what's the word? Oh yeah, AWESOME!"

The speaker, Tenet Dutchman, snickered meanly "Oh shut it. Once a Falling Grayson, always a Falling Grayson. It's in his blood, we all know it."

"Why you—"

"Hey Tim, help me with this rigging would you?" Dick called, waving his surrogate brother up. Tim eagerly went up to help, and noticed Dick had a rope mark on his palm. He had been listening to the rival boy's talk, and his self control had almost run out. He had gotten a death grip on the rope to calm himself.

"Try not to let them get under your skin, Boy Wonder." Dick whispered. Tim wondered if he were talking to himself as well.

"You too. Can't believe they are so...so heartless to you. You're a rival, not an arch enemy."

Dick snickered

"Between Graysons and Dutchmen, those terms are one and the same."

Cass meanwhile, was reading the body language of the other performers. Most of them liked Dick, and were excited to see him fly again. But the acrobats...they were NOT happy to see Dick. Not at all. As the last of the Flying Graysons started his workout, the family of five tensed up in silent rage and hatred. Cass had read bodies like this before, but those were Nightwing's rogues and assassins, even sometimes normal citizens of Bludhaven told their loathing for the hero with their body language alone. But hatred against DICK? That was an emotion Cassandra Cain had trouble figuring out, because everyone who met Dick Grayson warmed up to him fairly quickly. It was just his personality, and the way he looked at life.

*Hey! Why you no like Dick?!* she asked the youngest, Derk Dutchman.

The boy ran off saying she was a freak. Correction, he LIMPED away, covered in bruises. She felt a hand on her shoulder and flipped whoever it was on their back.

"OW! Cass easy would ya?" Tim yelped from the ground. She put her hand over her mouth, hiding her grin.

"Not sneak up on me, Tim!" she said, helping him up.

"I just wanted to know why you beat up that poor guy."

"Was asking him question."

"Why didn't you talk then?"

"DID talk!"

Tim sighed, smirking slightly.

"Come on. We'll watch Dick together. Next time, let me talk, ok?"

"Ok Tim."