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A/N – I have big plans coming! :)

Sparkbomb's Flashback POV

In the 10 years I had known Robin, this was one of the best moments I could think of.

You see, I first met Robin the day my mother died in that fire, which was also the day I got my powers.

I had just escaped from my flaming home and landed in the side street, I had looked around the corner and had seen a variety of different people; police, fire-fighters, ambulances and civilians; they were shouting and running around in a frenzy.

There had been a sound behind me and I, being the naïve and currently shell shocked child I was, turned around and walked closer to the noise, where I had seen a dark silhouette of a man. I had never been able to remember what the man looked like... My mind may have blocked it out, due to the scarring nature of that day.

I could remember a greasy grin and the black shiny liquid that he had thrown in my face, before disappearing.

In my mind I could still feel the sting in my eyes where it hit me and the shock of which made me fall back, grazing my arm. I quickly wiped the black stuff of my face with my sleeve, in an attempt to stop the pain.

Feeling scared, sad, angry and overwhelmed at the events; and know looking back probably extremely traumatised, I had ran. I hadn't planned a certain place to run too, but then I suppose 7 year olds never do. I had just wanted somewhere comforting and reassuring to go.

That was when I saw it; that huge, glowing circus tent.

My Childhood Heaven.

I remember crawling under the side and feeling amazed at the colours and size of it all. Now, I suppose it was a distraction, it helped the 7 year old me to forget; children and generally easily amused.

After walking around, going unnoticed by many of the dressed up people and a few animals, I bumped in to someone. "Sorry... oh! Umm... Hello, who are you?"

I looked up and saw a young boy that was my height, with raven black hair and pretty icy blue eyes. "Hello... I'm JesséBelle" (pronounced Jezz –a -bell)

The boy replied, "Richard Grayson, but you can call me Dick for short if you want… Are you a new act? I haven't seen you around here before. My family and I do acrobatics, they call us 'The Flying Grayson's' cus we do tricks in the air!" He grinned; He was very uplifting in spirit.

I giggled and smiled back brightly, "no, I'm not from the circus… I'm not special enough for that." His grin widened.

"Did your parents bring you here to watch the show earlier? Are you lost? I could help you find them if you want, there aren't any other kids in the circus having a friend would be nice… even if it's only for a while" He grinned and sat on a wooden crate, I followed and sat with him.

"I'm not lost, not at all… My mommy is gone and I never met my daddy." I sighed a little dramatically and pushed away the sad feelings "But I've never had a friend either." I grinned at him

He seemed to adjust to what I told him and he took my hand, "If you're all alone, then we'll be BEST Friends!" He jumped down of the box "come with me!"

Without thinking I followed, his hold on my hand tightened, as we ran through the crowd and out to the circus's train. "Mom, Dad!" He called out to two grown up, in similar colorful costumes to his.

Dick's mother was beautiful and kind, His father was strong and welcoming.

The Grayson family had hearts of Gold.

"Honey, there you are!" His mother smiled and increased so, when she saw me, giving her husband a nudge, he too looked over and smiled proudly

"Hey sport!" They sat on the boxes behind them that had bright materials sticking out. Dick's mothers gestured for us to come closer, and we did.

"Sweetie, who's this?" She smiled at me softly and did a little wave, then caused me to giggle lightly and waved back at them both, but suddenly feeling shy, I moved slightly behind my new friend.

"Mom, Dad, This is my new best friend! Her names JesséBelle and she's all alone." He introduced and explained, while stumbling over a few words because of his rapid pace, but smiled nonetheless.

The adults looked at each other, and then back to me. They both smiled warmly but looked concerned and I repeated what I told Dick, but my voice had become quieter, "My mommy's gone now and I never knew my daddy…" Dick nodded and squeezed my hand.

My memory after that is rather fuzzy, but I can recall them whispering to each other and Dick smiling all the while.

I remember staying with them for a while, then hearing that the circus was moving and Dick was mad and upset. I remember staying moving around a lot, always alone. I remember the cold air on my face. I remember crying in the dark missing my friend.

I remember being alone for a long time.

I remember getting tougher. Stronger. Braver.

But then. I remember the circus returning.

I remember the sadness.

His sadness.

I remember a lot of confusion and wonder of where he was, what he was doing, whether he was alight.

I remember an unplanned reunion. Big Smiles. Bigger Hugs.

And a promise.

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A/NN – OK, so, this chapter is part of a massive plan of mine. So everything has a purpose. The fuzziness, The old friendship, The current friend ship dynamic, The old friendship dynamic. Everything ;)

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