Ok, here's what everyone's been waiting for: Dick on the trapeze. And let me tell you, he is amazing. Enjoy!

BTW, there's only 1 or 2 chapters left. It will be done by Tuesday. At least, it better be, or you'll be waiting for 8 weeks. I won't torture you guys like that though. Probably.

DISCLAIMER: I. Own. Nothing.

A low buzz of noise filled the air. Despite the fact that there was not an actual show right now, and no tickets had been sold, the stands were a quarter of the way full. Pop had returned a few minutes after the Leaguers, and had brought with him all of the circus staff, both those who knew Dick and those who had been hired after. Dick could hear him now, his voice booming across the tent as he bragged about his baby bird's abilities. Dick grinned, switching positions. He was perched on the trapeze platform, stretching before he performed. Completing his stretches, he swiftly bound his hands and wrists and lightly dusted them with chalk. Then he hesitated for a moment before pulling his glasses off and tossing them to the side. He smiled; he was now, officially, Dick Grayson again, the circus kid. His grin widened.

A call made him look down and then wave at his teammates. Their eyes were wide with anticipation and curiosity. He turned back to the trapeze. Suddenly, he found himself blinking back tears. He took a deep breath.

I can do this.

Wally looked up at Dick with a find smile. "You guys are in for a treat." He said, excited. "I remember the first time he preformed for me, I was blown away. None of them were exaggerating, when they described the Flying Graysons. Being Robin also gave him ideas for new tricks and stunts. It's honestly unbelievable." "I can't wait!" Megan squealed.

Everyone shut up when they heard Pop's voice. "Which track should I put on Dickie?"

The boy thought for a moment, and everyone could see the blinding grin on his face. His voice drifted down to them. "Flying Robins." Everyone who understood the irony hid a grin. "Coming right up!" Pop announced.

The song started.

Dick stood frozen for a second.

Took a deep breath.

And leaped off the platform.

Everyone caught their breath. The watched, spellbound, as the bird showed what it was truly like to fly. Most of the team had thought they knew what to expect, since they had seen him perform as one of the Daring Dangers. Now, however, they realized how much he had been holding back.

He was graceful, flipping and twirling and spinning and dropping and catching himself. He looked unbelievably at home up in the air. He never faltered, but danced an intricate and complex dance, up on the trapeze. This was why he was called Robin. This was the real reason he was always described as a bird. The entire time, Dick had a 1000 megawatt grin on his face, and they could hear his laughter and exclamations of pleasure from the stands, and they were amazed and awed by what their little bird could do.

Finally, the bird alighted on the platform. He smirked at them. "Just want to say, I'm about to knock your socks off. Try not to have a heart attack Mr. Haley."

Then he jumped, swing himself twice to build up momentum, and flipped backwards off the bar.

One flip.

Two.

Three.

Four!

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Five!

The tent grew silent as Dick caught the second trapeze bar and swung safety to the other side after completing the first ever quintuple backwards summersault.

Then, the tent exploded.

No, not literally.

Everyone started shouting and cheering at once, and swarmed out to meet him as he clambered down the ladder. The boy vanished underneath everyone. He emerged unharmed, however, looking ecstatic. "I did it." He whispered breathlessly. "I wasn't sure, at the end, but I did it." He smiled up to the heavens.

"I hope you're watching, Mom and Dad, and I hope you're proud of me."

Smiling softly, he turned to greet the team.

How sweet!

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