The Flying Graysons
Prompt: Batmom meets Dick Grayson.
A/N: This is the first part of my new series, which is mainly about Batmom meeting the batkids. I’m going in order, so Jason is next!
When you first heard that Haly’s Circus was coming to Gotham, you had immediately begged Bruce to go with you.
It’s been ages since the last time you both did anything fun. Usually, you’d only go out in public for galas and charity balls, but now that the circus was in town, there was no way you’re missing out on it.
Luckily for you, Bruce gave in to your begging, much to your satisfaction.
“Bruce, come on!” You ushered, pulling on his arm to try and make him walk faster.
Bruce chuckled, “The show doesn’t even start until 7:30, and it’s not even seven yet.” He said, amused by your eagerness.
The billionaire knew exactly why you were so excited. Today might be your only chance to see the Flying Graysons up close and personal. Ever since little Richard joined in on his family’s performances, the act had gotten more popular, and you were one of their biggest fans.
“We need to get good seats.” You said, trying to defend yourself.
Your husband gave you a ‘really?’ look. “Did you suddenly forget who you’re married to?” He asked teasingly.
You stuck out your tongue childishly and continued to drag him closer and closer to the large tent.
As soon as you were inside, you picked the seats closest to the front and sat down happily.
There were already several people inside waiting for the show to start, some of them even pulled out their phones and started to not-so-subtly take pictures of you and Bruce once they caught sight of Gotham’s most famous couple.
Bruce wrapped his arm around your shoulders and started to whisper random things in your ear.
One of the main reasons why he even agreed to go with you was because of the publicity, which sounded bad but you understood. He was the Batman. The more Bruce Wayne went out in public with his wife, the less people were suspicious of him.
Time flew by fast as more and more civilians entered the tent. You caught sight of familiar faces such as those of the Drakes and their young son, Tim.
You weren’t particularly close to them, but Tim was just so adorable. So when he waved and smiled toothily at you, you couldn’t help smile and wave back.
A minute later, the ringmaster appeared and you looked up at Bruce with an excited grin. He affectionately smiled back down, happy to see that you were happy.
You watched in wonder as the opening acts came out and performed. Though you hadn’t exactly came here for them, their performances still had you blown you away.
When the ringmaster finally announced the Flying Graysons, the whole tent bursted into cheers.
You and Bruce watched as the family took their place atop the trapeze.
After seeing how small Dick Grayson actually was, you couldn’t help but worry about his safety, even though you knew acrobatics was probably second nature to him.
The crowd cheered loudly in amazement as Dick started the performance off with his famous “Quadruple Flip of Doom,” a maneuver that only the Grayson family was able to perfect.
You sighed in relief and clapped as Dick swung to safety, causing Bruce to chuckle amusingly. Seeing you so worried about a child’s wellbeing brought a warm feeling in his chest. ‘She would be an amazing mother,’ he noted.
John and Mary Grayson, Dick’s parents, prepared to attempt a simultaneous triple flip.
The two acrobats smiled lovingly at each other before swinging out together, earning ‘oohs’ from the crowd.
Everyone waited for the two to land, but they never did.
Not even a second later, you and Bruce heard a terrifying snap. The both of you immediately tried to find where the noise was coming from, but in the end all you could do was watch in horror as the two Graysons plummeted several stories to their deaths.
Screams erupted and many began to rush out of the tent, not even giving a second glance back at the scene before them.
It was like a switch flipped in your head. Your eyes instinctively sought for Dick, who had been watching from above with tears streaming down his cheeks.
Without even thinking, you ran from Bruce’s side and climbed up the ladder while ignoring his calls for you. Your first priority was the hysterical boy grieving all by himself.
Once you reached the top, Dick’s head snapped from his parents’ bloodied bodies to you.
The pain in his eyes reminded you of Bruce’s right after his own parents’ deaths.
Your lips quivered at how utterly broken he looked.
You knew you couldn’t offer him much, but what you could give him was comfort.
No words needed to be spoken as you bent down in front of him and embraced him in the tight hug. He wrapped his shaky arms around you, crying excessively into your shoulder.
You could care less about the tears and snot getting on your expensive clothes. The only thing that mattered was the sobbing boy in your arms