"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Children of all ages I present to you the aerial styling of the Flying Graysons! Watch as they fly across threw the air, with no net!"

A light shown a man, a women, with a young boy between them. All three had black hair, the youngest member of the Flying Graysons was the spitting image of the man to his left, his father. They were dressed in matching sequenced blue costumes, they raised their hands in the air and smiled to the crowed.

"Tt," Bruce mumbled and rolled his eyes from his slouched position, "Robin does that every night." he then felt a jab in the ribs from his father. "What, it's true," the boy shrugged shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Thomas leaned close to his son, "and Robin will be grounded if he saids something like that again with this many people around." he spoke in a voice that typically reserved for Batman.

The crowd gasped, causing the two Waynes to pay attention to what was going on. They watched at the family of three fell to the ground, the youngest member of the Grayson partially in the arms on his father.

"Bruce, Let's go!" Thomas jumped to his feet and ran down the stairs. In the three years since his wife's death he hardly gave his time to practice medicine, mostly because most of the past three years were not spent in none the less his medical instincts kicked and he ran down the stairs three at a time with precise skills he typical reserved for his life as a vigilante.

"I'm a doctor!" Thomas called going to the crowd of people that were forming around the family. He looked over the family, neither adult visible appeared to be breathing, but the young boy's cries for his parents proved he was alive.

"It's too late fer John an' Mary, please help Dickie!" the voice of the ring leader came.

Thomas went over to the youngest Grayson, he had to gently move the boy away from his parents so that he could examine him. First he took off the light jacket he was wearing to place the boy so that later they use it to help move him safely.

"Bruce, I need you to help me move him. Keep his head stable,"

Bruce took the order from this father easily, slipping into his nighttime role of Robin, Thomas placed his son's hands in position,

"On my count we are going to move him, one, two, three," Thomas lifted the boy while Bruce kept his head straight and the laid him on he jacket.

"No! Mom! Dad!" the boy cried trying to kick his way free, but it was a useless movement, so they he tried to fight Bruce.

"Keep him still! I don't think him turing his head, talk to him, make him face you." Thomas ordered, as he started to check over the boy. It was disconcerting that the boy's leg simply flopped when he picked him up, to the skilled doctor it meant a spinal cord injury, with a fall like the one the boy experienced it was very possible.

The young vigilante knelt down bracing the boy's neck, did didn't know what to say to the kid who just fell from forty feet in the air, a fall his parent's didn't survive.

"Hey…" Bruce said trying to get the boy's attention, as the boy still struggled to turn his head.

"No!" the younger boy tried to slap Bruce's hand away as he tried to use his arms to push himself up. "Why can't I move? Mom! Dad! I'm over here…." the boy was breathing heavily and his heart rate was elevating.

"My dad's a—was a doctor he's going help," Bruce knew he had to stop the boy from moving his upper body so that his father could check over the younger boy, "Hey…hey…I'm Bruce, what's your name?

"Dick…" his voice was becoming weaker, from pain.

"What did you call me?" The older boy demanded not registering that the boy was answering him.

"No…that-my-name…Richard…" the boy's words were slurring, and his eyes slid out of focus.

"You're doing great Dick," Thomas called, "Just stay still."

Bruce looked into the boy's face, he didn't know what to say or do, especially when the boy's blue eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"Dick!?"

"Bruce, what's going on?" Thomas called hearing his son's frantic call. He had been checking for protruding bones, and inflammation, or other visible signs of injury, as well and checking the reflexes in the child's legs.

"Dad, he's…he's…" Bruce could not find the words for what happened.

Thomas came over to join his son by the Dick's head, "He passed out from the pain." the doctor gently placed a hand on the boy's sweaty forehead.

"Is he going to be okay?" the younger Wayne looked up at his father

"In time, from my preliminary exam, there is a good chance he could never walk again." his voice was sad.

"Dr. Wayne," a voice called coming over to them.

Thomas looked up, "Captain Gordon."

"This is Dick Grayson?"

"He's unconscious, but yes." The doctor rose to his feet, "Does he have family?"

"From speaking with Mr. Haly no, all he had his parents," Captain Jim Gordon sighed sadly.

"Stand up Bruce, the ambulance is here, I'm going with him."

"I will accompany him as well. Bruce can ride with me."

The paramedics came rushing in and quickly got Dick onto the stretcher, and into the ambulance as Thomas followed, with Bruce and Jim right behind.

Thomas felt the need to be the one to take care of this boy, he didn't know why.

Bruce was sitting by Dick's bed side. The room was stark white and the lights were bright, the curtains were drawn around the bed, despite being the only patient in the room. Jim and Thomas were quietly talking, now that they knew Dick was stable. Jim still had to take Dick's statement, but because the event appeared to deliberate the Captain was also there to serve as protection for the boy, beside their talking the only other sound was Dick's heart young boy was also hooked up to oxygen mask and IV medications, to help manage the physical pain the child was in.

"I have spoken with the owner of of the circus, C.C. Haly, Dick had no other family. I spoke with him about the strong possibility of Dick's condition, and we both agree that a circus is no place for him to safely live. I have also contacted Social Services to find a place for him. Vivian Roos will be stopping by later." The Captain explained.

"The Wayne Foundation has a boys home, I will see if I can get him into there. While he is in the hospital I shall remain with him."

"How long will that be? The circus is trying to keep it's tight schedule, but they want to attend the funeral."

"I can accompany Dick to his parents funeral. Aside from his paralysis, he does not have any other physical injuries. It will be his mental status that worries me more."

Jim nodded in agreement, "that is why I though it would be best for you to speak with Miss Roos."

"I appreciate that," Thomas said.

"Mom…dad…" Dick's voice came as he started to wake up.

Thomas went over to the boy, while Jim slipped out leaving the doctor to tend to his patient.

"Dick, my name is Dr. Wayne, I'm here to help you, but first I'm sorry to tell you, your parents didn't survive the fall." He placed a sympathetic hand on the boy's shoulder.

Dick froze, he didn't say anything, he just looked blankly at Thomas as his eyes came into focus, he didn't want what the doctor said to be true.

"Richard did you hear me?" The doctor questioned, there was no reason the boy's hearing should been affected.

"My parents are dead…" Dick said flatly as tears fell off the side of his face. "My legs…I can't…"

Bruce reached over and put a hand on the boy's, he wanted to do something, he felt so unless just sitting there.

"Richard, the reason you cannot feel your legs is because you are paralyzed from the fall."

Dick held tightly onto Bruce's hand upon hearing the news the boy started to sob harder, and his breathing became harder, and caused his heart rate to spike. "Just breathe, easy breaths," the doctor tried to talk the boy threw the panic attack he was having.

There was a light knock at the door "Dr. Wayne, Vivian is here from Social Services." a nurse said.

"Thank you," he said to the nurse, "Bruce could you stay here with Dick?"

"Yes, sir." Bruce spoke to his father before turing his attention to Dick. "I'm sorry...my mom is dead too...she was killed three years ago…" Bruce said quietly.

"Was it an accident?" Dick asked.

"She was murdered by a mugger, my dad got shot trying to save me. He almost died…the bullet just missed his heart…"

"My dad saved me…" Dick's voice trailed, he could feel his father's arms around him.

"That's what they do, well that's what my dad told me. He also told me to keep my mom's memory alive, but it's hard."

"Because you still miss her?"

"Yeah, but what does help is thinking of happy memories."

"Like the first time a flew?" Dick said bitterly. "I can't do anything I used to!"

Bruce didn't know what to say, so instead both boys sat there saying nothing, leaving each to dwell in their own dark thoughts.

Thomas meet Vivian in the hallway. She was in her mid thirties, and stood a solid foot shorter than the doctor who stood a little over six feet tall. She had olive skin complexion, with soft brown eyes, ear length light brown hair.

"Captain Gordon said he spoke with you about placement for Dick." Thomas was hopeful that there was a decent placement for a child in Dick's situation.

"He has, I just spoke with him and unfortunately we don't have any openings in a handicap accessible location, the only option is The Frazier Center."

"That is a location for mentally ill, a child of his age does not belong there."

"It's the only city run facility that will be able to accommodate his needs."

"How is that fair to him? He lost his parents and his ability to walk in one day and you are sending him there?" Thomas found himself getting angry, why was this boy's wellbeing such a concern to him?

"The Frazier Center has exceptional doctors who can help him cope with both situations, something any other location cannot offer as easily."

"No, find a way to get him into another facility, my family has given them all enough money, I am going to speak with someone."

While Thomas was speaking with Vivian, Jim went to go visit with Dick.

"Hello Dick, I'm Captain James Gordon, I'm sorry for your loss. I'm here to help find out what happened."

"Pop Haly didn't pay the money..."

"What money?" Jim asked, not wanting to let the boy know they knew about the extortion.

"I saw a guy trying to get money from Pop, like protection money. He wouldn't pay...do you think he did something to the apparatus? We practiced on it that morning and it as fine...but when we went to fly..." Dick's voice cracked and tears filled his eyes, he closed his eyes letting the tears fall. Rather than seeing the darkness behind his eyes lids he was falling again. Desperately calling for his parents. He could feel his dad try to pull him close, but the ground was coming quick. "Nooo!" He screamed his heart felt like it was going to explode of his chest.

"Dick, Dick," Jim said, "you're safe now."

Dick opened his eyes realizing where he was once again. "Bruce?"

"I'm right here, want me to get my dad?"

"No...I don't want to bother him if he's busy...I'm okay...you're staying right?"

"Yeah, I am."

Thomas came back into the room, he had been calling around pulling every string he could to get Dick into a better place, but in the end there was nothing even he could do. Three hours of calling and another hour thinking of an alternative, finally brought him back to see the two boys. In actuality it was good he was not called in to see Dick, it meant he was physically doing as well and excepted in his situation.

"He fell asleep…." Bruce started when he saw his father "dad we need to find who did this to him…" thinking of ways to help him.

Thomas looked at his son, even he was becoming attached, or at the very least sympathetic to the boy. "Bruce, how would you feel if we took Dick in?" Thomas said suddenly, only half listening to his son.

"You mean, live with us at Wayne Manor?" Bruce looked from the sleeping younger boy to his father. A smile almost crossed the thirteen-year-old's lips.

"Yes," Thomas spoke without hesitation.

"What about when we are out at night?"

"Alfred can watch him, but we may eventually have to tell him."

"What the adoption facilities?" Bruce asked, he always wanted brother, but after his mother died, he never thought that would happen. Dick seemed to be a nice kid.

"They can't accommodate the wheelchair he will need. The Frazier Center is the only place—"

"That place is for crazy people! Dick is eight, and not crazy!" Bruce's voice was raising.

"Let him sleep," Thomas held a finger to his lips. "I tried to get him into the Wayne Foundation Boys home, but it's not wheelchair accessible. I offered to buy a ramp, but the building is not up to code for someone to live there in a wheelchair, The Frazer Center is the only place that meets them."

Bruce looked down at the sleeping boy, "so he'd be like my brother?"

"He'd be considered my Ward, but in a way, yes, and I will need your help to keep him safe."

"Mom would have wanted to take him in..."

Thomas gave a small smile thinking of the kindness of his late wife, "she would have."

Thomas was glad that Dick had slept for so long, he slept threw the night, and it was now the next morning. Thomas had to finishing making phone calls, so that Dick could official become his ward. It was not that the Frazer Center was a terrible place, it just that the location typical did not cater to children and Dick would have been the youngest by at twenty years. He also had to make calls so that the manor would be ready for Dick when he arrived. He spoke with his trusty butler Alfred Pennyworth, to arrange to get room ready on the ground floor and clothing for the boy.

"Hello Dick, how are you feeling?" Thomas asked seeing the boy awake and reading a comic Bruce got him. The doctor also noticed the hardly eaten breakfast next to him. Knowing the boy did not eat at all the previous night when he was with them, it worried him a waited for a reply, but none came, Dick didn't even put down the comic, "I would like you inform you of several things. We have a funeral arranged for your parents, we have it expedited and it will be the day after tomorrow so that members of the circus can attend. They can't stay much longer."

"I get why…we still have tour dates to keep." the former acrobat finally put down the comic he was reading.

"Dick, that's the other thing, you can't stay with the circus."

The boy sighed heavily, "who would want a cripple acrobat in a circus anyway. I can't pull me weigh there…I would be a burden to everyone there." He then looked up at the doctor. "Where would I go?"

"Normally a child in your situation would go to an orphanage, but I want you to come stay with Bruce and me."

"With you? Why?"

The boy deserved to know the truth, "because there are no facilities in the city to accommodate your wheelchair." Thomas gently ruffled the boy's matted hair, "this decision was Bruce and mine, we want you to stay with us."

Dick touched his left leg, "I won't be a burden?"

"Never Dick. You will never be a burden. If you want to stay with us, myself and Bruce want to help you, this is a difficult time in your life." Thomas put a hand on the boy's shoulder.

The former acrobat's eyes filled with tears, he used his arm to wipe away the tears.

"I have one of Bruce's old suits you can wear to the funeral." Dick didn't say anything, so Thomas kept talking, "Sit up, I will help you get changed."

Dr. Wayne helped Dick slip on the suit pants, this task was easy since the boy was in a hospital gown. Dick buttoned the too big shirt as Thomas was putting Dick's socks and shoes on for him.

"Put your arms around my neck, I'm going to pick you up, but you will need to learn to do this on your own," Thomas slipped one arm under Dick's knees and the other behind the boy's back then lifted the undersized boy from the bed and placed him into the wheelchair. Dick was five years younger than Bruce, but due to the younger boy's size he looked even younger.

Thomas reached into the bag he brought with the clothes and pulled out a black tie, he turned up the shirt collar, buttoned the top button Dick failed to fasten and draped the untied tie around the boy's neck. The man expertly adjusted to the tie before he started to tie it, he folded the collar down and fastened the two buttons on points. "Looks good on you. It's just a little big, but I'm sure you will grow into it."

"Thomas…" Dick spoke softly fiddling with his hands in his lap. "Thank you…for helping me…"

"Anytime," the doctor said with a soft smile.

A/N: What do you think? I love playing with twists, and after seeing the cover to Batman #22 my mind started wondering and came up with idea. This chapter is laying just laying the ground work. We will see Thomas as Batman and Bruce as Robin coming up.

I am imagine Thomas as being Batman, just how Bruce is. Bruce will be Robin much like Damian.

Hopefully you enjoyed this crazy idea of mine if you did fav/review/watch!

I have new cover image thanks to the very talented CrisLli (Cristina37 on dA) She is one of my friends over on Batman Writers Unite on Facebook, come check us out!