CHAPTER 4

As we walked down the creepy hallway, I could say I was officially freaked out. "We're close to the first one, I can feel it"

"You can feel them?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes I can sense which ones need setting right" He explained still focusing on the endless array of doors before he stopped suddenly "This is it"

Damian and I looked to the dark oak door which was slightly cracked open and had it's title scratched off. "How can you be so sure?" Damian asked curiously, but sounding unimpressed.

"He's a Martian," I told Damian "If anyone, you can trust him on this"

"Let us not waste time" J'onn intervened and we all went through the door.

I was hit with the smell of popcorn, fairy floss and animals as soon as I entered, followed by the sound of busy and excited people. My eyes adjusted to the light and I saw we were at a circus. The big top was red and yellow surrounded by little caravans and game stalls, it was amazing. There were posters hanging up everywhere saying 'The World's Strongest Man' and 'The Amazing Flying Graysons' and so on. I kept staring at the 'Flying Graysons' poster until I realized we were at Haly's Circus.

"We're at Haly's aren't we?" I asked J'onn.

"Yes, night his parents fell, it's been altered somehow"

"Shame, we should work quickly" Damian added, obviously a little freaked out by the thought.

"Good idea" I added before walking to the big tent. Looking back I noticed it was suddenly abandoned, all the people were gone, all the lights were out and all the noise had disappeared as well. There was only a faint yellow glow coming from inside the tent.

We all walked in together, there was a crowd, cheering and spot lights fixed on three people climbing up to the trapeze. They were wearing a light blue, except the child, he was wearing red, green and yellow. He was Dick Grayson, the first Robin.

They waved as they reached the top of the ladder with huge smiles spread across their faces. The man, John Grayson, went first, he pulled an amazing array of stunts before swinging back and locking hands with the woman, Mary. Together they awed the crowd and left me wanting to watch it more and more. I couldn't wait for Dick to join, but as they swung closer two gunshots rang through the tent.

My eyes searched the tent looking for the source and locked on the shooter. It was Dick. His parents screamed as the bullets lodged themselves deep in their flesh. John was shot in the hand causing him lose grip and Mary was shot in the leg causing her to pull away from John and any hope of surviving.

They fell screaming, staring at their son. Their killer. Dick stared them in the eyes, gun in hand, smile plastered on his face as he watched them hit the ground and die.

I looked to the others with a horrified look on my face "That must be changed. It has to be"

J'onn nodded sadly "It has been. I'm sorry you had to see that"

"We signed up" Damian justified staring blankly at the bodies.

I elbowed him in the ribs to get him to look away from the scene "Hey, are you really alright?"

"Just remembering some of my own things that's all"

"Do I have to go poking around up there as well?"

"Definitely not. I don't need Todd residue in my head"

"That sounds funny" I said before realising "Great, now I'm thinking like Dick"

Damian sighed and face palmed "You're an idiot, Todd"

We started following J'onn out of the tent, "Hey what were you remembering in there anyway?" Damian stared at me hard with a look of worry on his face "Hey I won't judge, I've killed too incase you've forgotten"

He still stared at me with worry before sighing in defeat "On one of my missions for the League, I did that exact thing to someone, not anyone we know of course, but it still happened, I'm not proud of it"

"I'm not proud of what I've done either, but it does go away" I told him trying to be a decent brother "Eventually"

Damian looked to me with the hint of a smile on his lips. "How do we fix the memory, Martian?" J'onn looked at him questioningly, probably considering the new nickname.

"We go to the next part and work from there" He responded simply and kept walking until we found a police van. Dick was sitting in the back handcuffed to a railing and covered in blood splatters. Bruce was over there talking to him with understanding in his eyes.

As we walked closer we started to hear what he was saying "I'm sorry about your parents, they didn't deserve that". It was like the memory was only altered in parts.

"Yeah, they did" Dick replied wiping his nose and smearing blood on his face. I had a quick look around knowing that none of his parent's blood touched him to see two more bodies covered with tarp.

"If you ever need anybody" He said as he pulled a card from his pocket "You have me" and left.

J'onn walked over to Dick casually and sat down beside him "Dick?"

"Um, yes?" He responded staring at the green man beside him.

"You didn't do it"

"Of course I did! I shot them! They deserved it!" He shouted in anger at him.

He touched the boy on the forehead gently and when he pulled his hand away there was a slightly glowing dot. Dick's eyes went wide and suddenly there was no blood on him, I looked for the bodies and they were gone. The memory had been set right.