Everything had been going so smoothly throughout the show so perfect in fact that seemed as though nothing could go wrong. Laughter and cheering filled the big top as the final act began, the Ringmaster calling out each name of the family as they flew. The Flying Graysons flew through the air with nothing beneath them but that of death yet they were not afraid.

Two small twin figures stood on the platform above the crowd robes still wrapped around their small bodies as they waited for their cue to join their parents and fly. They held hands while waving down to the crowd smiling happily for all to see even those who believed them to be too young. This was their life, what they dreamed of doing as they grew older because this is all they knew and all they wanted. Both children moved to take off their robes to reveal the costumes that their mother had made for them when they heard a noise. Looking up, the little girl gasped while the boy stood wide eyed seeing the danger and knowing without truly thinking what this meant. As the wires gave way two sets of blue eyes met the green blue of their mother and the brown of their father.

"Dick... Ann." their mother called arms reaching out for her two children.

"NO!" the children screamed watching as their parents fell.

Their parents who had once flown gracefully through the air were now laying broken on the ground blood pooling around them. Dick sank to his knees tears falling onto the platform as he bent over grabbing at his black hair. While Ann still stood eyes wide in shock staring down at at her parents with tears cascading down her cheeks, body shaking. People were screaming below them at the sight and jack Haly was doing his best to keep everyone calm despite the situation. The twins were left alone still up on the platform holding onto one another trying not to look down at the blood that surrounded their parents.

They had no idea how long they had been up on the platform when two police officers appeared placing them on the ground. White sheets had been placed over the bodies of their parents but even that couldn't hide the blood and how broken the bodies truly were when the children were being led away. Ann though stopped staring unable to move her body with the sight before her with Dick frozen at her side.

"Mamica!" she cried running toward the bodies. "Tati!"

After a moment, Dick followed his sister who only made it so far before a man with white hair and a matching mustache grabbed her. He held her close to him in his arms even as she fought to get free while Dick stood quietly unable to find his voice through the shock and pain.

"Let's get you two out of here." the man told them, carrying Ann and grabbing Dick's hand.

"Commissioner?" came a voice as they exited the tent.

A young man stood off to the side outside the tent like he had been waiting for the older man to come out.

"Mr. Wayne?" the man, the Commissioner asked. "What're you doing here?"

"The show..." Wayne began then stopped when the twins both stiffened more tears falling from their eyes." What's going to happen to them?"

"That's for the system to decide."

The Commissioner opened the back door to one of the many police vehicles letting Dick get in then placing Ann on the seat with him. They instantly grabbed one another in a hug just to reassure themselves that the other was at least still there and cried once more neither feeling anything but the pain of what they had lost. They didn't know what would happen now that their wings were broken and with their parents gone there was nowhere for them to go. Their parents never spoke of any other family so they were all they had pf their little family even if the circus was home. Plus neither child spoke English that well which alienated them slightly from the rest of the people around them.

"Dick, I'm scared." Ann said quietly. "I want Mamica and Tati."

Dick ran his fingers gently through his sister's black hair much like their mother would do when they were sick or upset. He didn't know how to respond because he felt the same as his little sister and there was nothing that his nine year old mind could think of except to sit in silence and tears.