Robin Part I
Death
Disclaimer: I don't own TT.
Tim Grayson was a proud family member of the Flying Graysons. They lived and worked in the circus. Tim was the youngest and most talented of the Flying Graysons. His brother and he would always have show off contests when they weren't performing. He would always do the most daring stuff. Usually, the more foolishly dangerous the trick was the better. This is what he was doing the day his life as Robin began….
"Don't be stupid Tim!" His sister yelled up to the tightrope. Tim could see his brother watch in horror as Tim beat his record for fastest time to cross the tightrope on his hands. Tim reached the other side and flipped onto his feet.
"How's that bro?" Tim said tauntingly, from his comfy wooden perch. His brother was opening his mouth to speak, when the heard a scream and a gunshot come from outside. Tim quickly began to climb down the wooden pole that lead to and from the tightrope.
"Stay up there! And don't be seen!" His sister screamed at him. Tim hesitated and was about to continue going down the pole when he heard another much closer gunshot. He scrambled back up the pole and hid from view. He was so scared, tears rolled down his cheeks. He didn't want to see what had happened. There were more gunshots, and two dull thuds. Then footsteps and silence. Tim slowly regained enough courage to look over the edge of the wooden platform. Lying there, on the grassy floor of the circus tent, were his brother and his sister. Their heads split open like cantaloupe. He was staring at their bodies in shock and horror, when he saw a shadow run across the opening of the tent. He leapt down from the platform, absorbing the shock of the jumps with his hands and feet. He was quickly in pursuit of the shadow, rushing at the chance to avenge his family. He sprinted and finally caught the shadow by what appeared to be his cape.
"Hey, kid! Let go!" A gruff voice said from the space where the shadow's head should be.
"NO!" Tim stood there firmly gripping the cape of the Dark Knight.
"Look kid, I can't save your family. I have to follow the murderers."
"I'm going with you." Tim said, not loosening his grip.
"Sorry kid." Suddenly there was an explosion and knock out gas filled Tim's lungs. He passed out immediately. But when he awoke he was far from the circus…