Hello again guys!

Don't have much to say, except I cannot wait for finals to be over and done with so I can just relax until after Christmas. And once again: sorry if I miss any typos. Trying my best to find them!

"How are they?" Batman asked as he walked in. He'd finally left Robin's side shortly after M'gann went under. There was no denying that he was worried about his sidekick. But he could not neglect his duties any longer. Robin had experienced no change in over a week; he thought it would be safe to leave him in the care of the League. If only for a while.

Red Tornado was looking over the monitors. "Both of their heart rates went sharply upwards a little over an hour ago." He turned to look at the Batman. "M'gann's expression was one of discomfort during the heart rate spike. I believe she unearthed something unpleasant deep in Robin's mind."

"Did Robin have any physical reaction?" Batman asked, a twinge of hope in his voice. Any reaction at all would be a good sign at this point.

"Yes, actually. His right hand began to twitch, and he curled it into a fist." Red Tornado replied, making a fist with his own hand. "Otherwise there has been no change."

"How long did the spike last?" Batman looked towards M'gann. What had she uncovered there, he wondered? There were so many things that Robin had seen in his time…how much of it had stuck with him, Batman didn't know. The oddest things frightened his sidekick. Once when he was ten, he'd crawled into his bed complaining of a nightmare that Batman had abandoned him. But after Robin's first encounter with the Joker, which was nightmarish at least, he had slept without trouble.

"Approximately thirty seconds." Red Tornado responded matter-of-factly. "There have been no abnormalities since."

Batman frowned. What had M'gann found in Robin's subconscious? He knew going in that it was likely M'gann would discover some of her teammate's secrets. Robin's identity, for one. And possibly his own. His sidekick knew many secrets. Some Batman had told him directly, others he'd found out on his own. Robin had a knack for digging up information. It was a skill he would need when he eventually took up the mantle of Batman. "Let me know if anything changes. At all."

Red Tornado said, "Of course."

Batman glanced at Robin one last time, sighed slightly, and walked out.

xxxx

M'gann tried to shake off what she had seen at the circus, but it was difficult. She'd come to the conclusion that little Dick was some younger form of Robin. A slowly dying form. As to the skeletons, they bore the same last name as Dick. On Earth, that usually indicated some sort of relation. Were they the memories of his family, she wondered? M'gann considered this as she wandered through the odd city. It wasn't until she heard the singing did she come out of her thoughts.

M'gann stopped on a street corner and listened. There was definitely a voice. It sounded female, but she couldn't make out the words. When she looked around apprehensively for a source, she saw one of the circus trailers sitting in between two stony gray buildings. It looked terribly out of place. The trailer had been painted a bright blue color, but there were different designs all over it. Flowers and birds. An intricately painted tree. Two sets of children's handprints in different colors. It looked oddly homey. M'gann walked closer, still cautious after the circus incident. But she felt drawn to it anyhow. She walked up some rickety wooden stairs and opened the door slowly.

The singing grew louder as she opened the door and walked in. It was at the point where she could make out the words.

"Sing, my little bird, sing a song for me. Sing a song for the flowers and the trees. Fly, my little bird, soar above me now. Soar high above the clouds."

It sounded a bit like a lullaby. Though M'gann wasn't quite sure how those sounded on Earth. She closed the door behind her. The place felt…safe. It wasn't very large, but it was quaint. There was a small kitchen with an eating area. Two hammocks were hung up on opposite sides of a wall. There were three doors, which she guessed led to a small restroom and two small bedrooms. Despite the fact there was no sun outside, golden sunlight came in through the window and bathed the interior of the trailer.

"Anyone here?" M'gann opened each of the three doors. She found just what she expected: a tiny bathroom and two cramped bedrooms. How could people live in here, she wondered? There wasn't much space, however quaint the place may be. But it was empty as far as she could tell. M'gann looked around. Did Robin live here once? Was this where he and Batman lived? It was hard to picture them living in such a cramped trailer. Whatever the place was, it had to be one that Robin liked. There were good feelings all around in there.

The singing faded away, but M'gann continued to investigate. She found a large book sitting on the table. The Martian girl sat and opened it. The first page simply had The Grayson Family written in beautiful cursive. When she turned the page, the memories came alive.

The first photo on the first page was an old picture. It was of Dick, sitting on the shoulders of a boy that looked to be about six years older than him. Both of the boys were still very young. Little Dick was reaching up towards a tree, straining to grab a branch above his head. When M'gann picked the picture up for a closer look, the scene around her rippled and changed.

Suddenly she was sitting on a park bench, watching the two boys try to reach the tree branch. A lake sparkled behind them, and an assortment of colorful vans were parked nearby. Many people milled about. Smoking, talking, or simply stretching their legs.

"Higher, Charlie! I can't reach it yet!" Little Dick complained.

"It's not my fault your arms are too short!" The boy, Charlie, snapped. But there was some underlying affection to his tone. Or perhaps M'gann just somehow knew that there was some deep affection between these boys. A familial connection.

"Maybe your legs are too short." Dick snapped back.

Charlie rolled his eyes. M'gann noticed they were bright blue; just like Dick's. He had the same black hair as well. And the same nose. Perhaps this was Robin's brother? Charlie said, "Just stand up on my shoulders. You should be able to reach it then."

Dick looked at Charlie suspiciously. "You promise you won't let me fall?"

"Cross my heart, bird-brain." Charlie said teasingly, though not unkindly.

Slowly, Dick began to stand up on Charlie's shoulders. He moved slowly and carefully, setting his hands on Charlie's head to keep his balance. The little boy reached upwards cautiously. One hand touched the branch, and he grabbed it hurriedly. Too hurriedly. His balance shifted, and he fell off Charlie's shoulders. Dick screamed, unable to hold his weight from one arm. He fell. M'gann lurched to go forward and catch him, but Charlie reached out his arms and caught him.

"Have a little faith, bird-brain." Charlie said with a grin. "I told you I wouldn't let you fall."

Her surroundings rippled again, and she was back in the trailer. M'gann set the photo down hurriedly, back on its place in the book. Though she couldn't help but look through the rest of the album. She looked over the pictures, but didn't take them from their places. One photo in particular piqued her interest. It was of Dick, holding on to a bar and wearing an outfit like the one she'd seen the coughing boy wearing earlier. M'gann hesitated briefly, then took it out of the book for a closer look.

The action had the same effect as before. Her surroundings changed. Though this time, M'gann was in the stands in a big top tent. She was about to start to panic, when she realized this setting was somehow…different. The stands were packed with people. They were laughing and smiling. The music was the same, but instead of the Joker a short, stout man walked into the center ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! I hope you've enjoyed the show tonight, and I would like to present to you one final act before you all go." The ringmaster said, his voice booming through the tent. "I'd like to introduce you to everyone's favorite extraordinary family: the Flying Graysons!"

M'gann finally noticed the trapeze had been set up, only there was a net underneath it. The music changed, and a man and a woman swung out on to the trapeze. Each held the bar with one hand and held the other close with the other. They let go simultaneously, did a flip, and caught the same bar underneath their knees.

"George Grayson and his wife Harriet everyone! Aren't they lovely?" The ringmaster boomed. The crowd roared their approval. M'gann smiled hesitantly and clapped her hands.

The music changed, and a boy dove out on to the trapeze. He grabbed one of the bars and used it to help his momentum. When he let go, he did two spins before grabbing the next bar and waving at the crowd.

"Their son Charlie! Hey, girls, he's single!" The ringmaster chuckled.

Once again, the music changed. Another couple swung out on to the trapeze together. They reached out and grabbed the outstretched hands of George and Harriet, who helped propel them on to the next bar.

"George's twin brother John and his wife Mary!" The ringmaster announced, waving slightly at the couple. They grinned down at him. The ringmaster turned back to the audience as the music lowered and became tenser. "And tonight, making his debut, is the final and the youngest Grayson. Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for John and Mary's pride and joy: Dick Grayson!"

Dick leapt out on to the trapeze as the music exploded into a happy melody. He flipped and jumped his way to his parents, who caught his wrists in their expecting hands. The crowd cheered enthusiastically. M'gann found herself cheering right along with them, even though she fairly sure she could not be sensed in the memory at all. She was merely an onlooker, peering into the ghosts of the past. Despite her own clapping and cheering, she was getting a horrible feeling in her gut. One, two, three, four, five. Five family members. Five skeletons. The skeletons had to represent his family, somehow. But what had happened? Did they fall during the act, she wondered?

The ringmaster bowed out after the introductions had been made, and left the family to their act. Dick swung on to a platform, and his parents leapt out to do a romantic duet. His uncle and aunt joined them. The music was romantic and sweet, and their movements told a love story. It made her slightly miss Conner. Despite the fact he wasn't really the romantic type…he had his sweet moments. Their portion of the act ended and they went off the trapeze entirely. The music changed and Charlie and Dick reentered from opposite sides of the trapeze. This music was more playful, and it also told a story of two kids fighting. Their number ended when Dick swung into Charlie's outstretched arms and the two 'made up.' Afterwards their parents rejoined them on the trapeze, and Dick went off on to the platform again. She quickly saw why: the finale was done without a safety net.

The memory ended there, and M'gann found herself back in the trailer. She set the picture back into its place and closed the book. Part of her did not want to leave this place. It was warm and comfortable, and obviously filled with happy memories. But M'gann could not stay. She had to find her friend.

Before he became a skeleton in her own mind, screaming at her for not saving his life.