Raising Robin

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A/N: this is a rewrite of my old fanfiction Steps to A Hero….

Prologue: End of the Flying Graysons

Why is it that when people think of the last moments of life they think things slow down? To Richard John Grayson time sped up as his parents feel to their deaths. They moved at super speed, to fast for anyone to do anything to make it better, to make it stop.

The sound of breaking bodies could somehow be heard over the mess of the circus tent as people screamed and children cried. All Dick can do is stand frozen at the top of the platform. Is eyes, so bright blue, are wide and full of fear and horror. He skinny limps are shaking as his face is frozen in a scream that won't come to voice.

Everything speeds up so fast and then just stops. The whole god damn world just stops in its tracks to stare at the mangled, broken, dead bodies of Mary and John Grayson. Like its some kind of show and Dick swears he sees a flash go off somewhere in the crowd. Why would someone do that?

He isn't sure how he got down from his perch but Dick is crying on his parent's body, their blood soaking onto his costume front. The scream has finally makes its way from its place buried deep in the nine year old stomach. It's a sound of pure anguishes an misery.

Hands are grabbing at him now and he screams as he is dragged away from his family. He bites down on the arm that is holding him and is struck. This is the first time Dick Grayson has ever been hit by an adult. But he doesn't even care.

His life is over now, he knows this. His family is gone, the flying Grayson's are gone. His life is over now and there is nothing anyone can do…

Somewhere in the stands Bruce Wayne is frozen in horror with the sound of gunshots in his ears and shine of pearls in his mind…

A/N: I am proud of that last line!