"I'm going out. See you guys later." He said, nonchalantly.
"Where are you headed, dude?" Asked Beast Boy, pausing the game, much to Cyborg's distress.
"Visiting family."
"Have fun!" Said Beast Boy, resuming the game just as Cyborg wasn't looking.
"Enjoy your visitation with your family, dear friend." Starfire commented cheerily.
"Say Hi for us." Cyborg remarked, glaring angrily at Beast Boy.
"Ditto." Said Raven, rolling her eyes at the boys.
He took a long last look that couldn't have lasted more than a moment, before smiling, and saying, "Goodbye guys." When the door shut, he murmured "for the last time." Under his breath.
He got to the circus tent much faster than he anticipated. That was good. He had more time on the off chance that Batman or the Titans found him. As soon as he set foot on the ground, painful memories stabbed at his heart. Tears began trickling down his face as he carried the stereo in his hand. He entered the tent, and felt like he was being stabbed in the stomach. He set up the trapeze wires just like Pop Haley had taught him, feeling his heart drop at the thought of the ringmaster he spent his childhood with. With tears running down his face, he turned on the stereo, and the cassette tape started playing. Shaking, he climbed up onto the platform as the familiar song, "The Man On The Flying Trapeze" started playing, and gripped the trapeze in his hands. Suddenly, the routines he'd buried and locked from memory came up crystal clear.
He began his final performance.
Bruce and Alfred were no strangers when it came to gut instincts. Alfred hadn't ever been wrong when it came to bad feelings about Master Bruce's missions, and Bruce had never been wrong about things that came to Dick. He'd been getting a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. He'd been monitoring Dick for the past few days, just to be sure everything was in order. So far, his worry had been proven wrong, but The Dark Knight was a perfectionist. He would stay until he was sure his son was safe. He'd installed a link in his son's communicator so that he could always keep tabs on him. Giving Wayne Tech technologies to the titans certainly had it's benefits. His son's communicator hadn't left the tower-
Not until then.
Batman shot up from the seat and bolted out of the batcave. He locked the coordinates onto the communicator and hoped he wouldn't be too late.
He flew through the air, flipping and diving with all his might. He waited until the rusted hooks and withered ropes would snap and he would be sent to his demise. He felt no anxiety about dying- in fact he felt the opposite. He felt peace. As he swung to the trapeze facing the platform, he finished the famous Grayson flip. Four flips sky high- it's what made his family famous. Just as his hands gripped the familiar bar, he heard the sound of the rope snap. He smiled. At last, his time had come.