The sound of circus music and laughter was heard, the flood lights blazed cross the ever busy city of Gotham. People began to fill every seat in the circus tent holding their brouchers with the star attraction labled on the front 'The Flying Graysons'.
"Mum is their any reason why our new outfits are so...colourful?" Dick asked. His mother smiled and chouched down to his level. "Well, when I see you up their you remind me of a little Robin" His father came over and russled his hair. "A Robin? I know kids that get bullied for having those kind of nicknames" He said looking down at his unapealing...
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