AN: So I'm updating again, but I have this weird virus on my laptop so I might not be able to update for a while. Thanks for all the reviews and alerts, they make me smile. Sorry this is so short, but since there have been two chapters in one day I figured it was okay. I don't know why I like writing short chapters for this story but I do so too bad.
Oh and by the way, I still don't own Young Justice.
Dick was sitting at the table with Bruce; it was one of the few times they were both sitting down for dinner. They were just finishing up there meal of homemade pizza when the phone rang. Alfred answered it and then handed the phone over to Dick saying, "It's an old friend master Richard."
"Hello?" Dick greeted.
"Hi Dick, how are you?" A voice of a slightly older man came through the phone.
"I'm doing well, and how are you?" Dick answered politely since he wasn't sure who it was.
"I'm as good as I can be when I'm heading back to your city." The man sighed.
"So, is there anything I can do for you?" Dick asked.
"Actually, I was wondering if you'd want to do a sort of memorial for your parents. We are coming back to Gotham and doing a whole show in memory of them, I thought it would be great if you came and maybe got up there again. I know this would probably be a onetime thing, but if you're still up to it, we would be glad to have you back." The man explained.
"Dick who is it?" Bruce interrupted.
"It's Mr. Haley from the circus, hold on." Dick answered before returning to his conversation. "I'd love to, but I have to ask Bruce. Could I call you back?"
"Of course, do you have my number?" Mr. Haley asked.
"Caller ID is a great invention." Dick said with a laugh.
"Well then I hope to hear from you soon, oh and I forgot to tell you. A new group of acrobats have joined, they now do the trapeze, but they all want to meet you." Mr. Haley told the young boy.
"Okay as long as they don't bite. I'll talk to you later." Dick said before hanging up the phone.
"What did he want?" Bruce demanded, straight to the point as always.
"The big tent is coming back to Gotham and they are doing a show in honor of my parents and they want me to go. He also asked if I would want to be part of the show, you know get back up on the trapeze." Dick said the last part slowly, gauging how Bruce would take it.
"Do you want to?" Bruce asked.
"Of course, there's just one problem." Dick explained. "The team wanted to go the circus, so we bought tickets to that show."
"So you want to perform anyway." Bruce deduced.
Dick thought for a second, he was already thinking of doing this and he had a few plans in mind, now he just needed to pick one. "Could we say that you need me for a stakeout that night so they won't be suspicious? We could say that we got a tip that something was going down, but you had plans that you can't get out of so I have to do it."
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Bruce saw his son's pleading look; with a sigh he gave his permission.
"This is going to be so astrous!" Dick exclaimed as he picked the phone back up and ran out of the room.
"That was a good decision master Bruce." Alfred praised.
"But I'm going to be sure nothing bad can happen." Bruce said.
"I would expect nothing less." Alfred agreed.
