Chapter 1 Shootings, Introductions, and Threats
AN: In my story whenever somebody talks in Romanian (it was the closes to Romani I could find) the translation will be beside the sentence in italics.
Eight year old Dick Grayson was sitting in the elephant cage with Zitka. Zitka was an 19 year old elephant. Zitka was Dick's favorite animal in the circus.
"I'm really excited about this show! I'll be doing my first quadruple flip in a show! Isn't that great, Zitka?" Dick said, while petting the animal.
"Dick! Dick! Richard!" a voice called.
"I'm with Zitka!" Dick yelled in response.
"There you are," an older boy said in exasperation.
"Something wrong, John?" Dick asked.
"Yes! We've been looking everywhere for you! We thought you had gotten lost, or kidnapped, or something!" John cried.
"I didn't mean to worry you. I'm sorry," Dick said, his striking blue eyes looking at his shoes.
John sighed, running a hand through his black hair.
"It's okay, Dickie. Just don't do it again," John said, even though he knew it would happen again.
Dick smiled and hugged his fifteen year old cousin around the waist.
John smiled at him and picked him up. John started walking toward their family's trailer.
"Mom! Dad!" he shouted on the way. "Uncle John! Aunt Mary! I found Dick!"
A very attractive woman with red hair came running toward the two boys.
"There you are! I was so worried!" Mary Grayson said, taking her son from her nephew.
A tall, muscular man ran over.
"Dick! You have to stop running off like that!" John Grayson scolded.
"Îmi pare rău, tati," Dick said. "I'm sorry, daddy."
"It's okay," his father sighed.
"Oh thank goodness, you're alright," another red headed woman said.
"Hi, matusa Karla," Dick said, shyly. "Hi, aunt Karla"
Another man came up behind her.
"Where were you?" Rick demanded.
"With Zitka," Dick giggled.
"Of course," Mary sighed.
"John, why don't you take your younger cousin to the ice cream parlor that we saw on the way here," Rick told his son.
"Sure," John said, taking Dick from his mother.
"Pa, mami. Pa, tati. Pa, unchiule Rick. Pa, mătușă Karla," Dick said, waving. "Bye, mommy. Bye, daddy. Bye, uncle Rick. Bye, aunt Karla."
"La revedere, micul meu Robin," Mary said, softly. "Goodbye, my little Robin."
"Here's some money," Rick said, handing over a few dollars to his son.
"Thank you," John said.
John carried Dick off circus grounds, before he demanded to walk on his own.
When the two boys were halfway there, a group of masked men came running out of a bank with guns and bags of money. The men started shooting everywhere. Everyone in the area started screaming and running in all directions. In all the commotion Dick was separated from John.
"John! Unde ești? John! John!" Dick cried, his blue eyes filling with tears. "John! Where are you? John! John!"
One of the masked men pointed a gun straight a Dick.
"Nu! Vă rog! Nu-mi face rău!" Dick cried. "No! Please! Don't hurt me!"
Then a man dressed like a bat swooped down and kicked the gun out of the man's hand. Then he hit the man in head and gut, knocking him to the ground.
"Cine ești tu?" Dick asked. "Who are you?"
"Excuse me?" the man said, in a deep gruff voice.
"Sorry, who are you?" Dick repeated.
"I'm Batman," Batman said.
"I've heard of you!" Dick exclaimed, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Dick!" John came running up to them.
"John!" Dick squealed before leaping into his cousin's arms.
John hugged him close.
"Ești bine?" he asked. "Are you alright?"
"Da! Batman ma salvat!" Dick answered. "Yes! Batman saved me!"
John turned around to thank Batman, but he was already gone.
"Să ne întoarcem la circ," John said, forgetting about the ice cream. "Let's go back to the circus."
"Bine," Dick nodded. "Okay."
John took Dick back to the circus grounds. The two went to where their family was working on their new acrobat costumes.
"Te-ai întors mai devreme," Karla said, without looking up. "You're back early."
"Da, a existat un schimb de focuri pe drum acolo. Deci, ne-am întors," John told his mother shaking. "Yeah, there was a shooting on the way there. So, we came back."
"Ce?!" Rick exclaimed standing up. "What?"
"Ești bine? Ești rănit?" Mary asked, jumping up. She ran to her son and began expecting him for injuries. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"
"Suntem bine, dar am fost atât de speriat. Ne-am despărțit când toată lumea a fost rulează în jurul, și un om a arătat o armă la mine. Apoi, Batman a venit și l knock-out! El mi-a salvat!Batman ma salvat!" Dick answered. "We're fine, but I was so scared. We were separated when everyone was running around, and one man pointed a gun at me. Then Batman came and knocked him out! He saved me! The Batman saved me!"
"Slavă Domnului că ești în siguranță!" Dick's father sighed, hugging his son. "Thank goodness you're safe!"
"Nu știu ce ne-am face fără voi, băieți. Mă bucur că ești bine," Rick said, hugging his son close to him. "I don't know what we would do without you boys. I'm so glad you're okay."
"Noi nu ar vrea să-și piardă mica noastră Robins," Mary whispered, running a hand through Dick's hair. "We wouldn't want to lose our little Robins."
Later that evening, the Grayson family was going to practice on the trapeze. On the way there, Dick noticed a strange man arguing with Mr. Haly.
"Mommy, Daddy, who is that man with Mr. Haly?" Dick inquired.
His family turned in the direction Dick was looking at.
"Get away from my circus! I'm not paying you anything!" Mr. Haly shouted.
"You're going to regret this, Haly! the man shouted.
"John, take Dick to the trapeze," Karla whispered to her son.
John nodded and took Dick's hand. He led his younger cousin away from the scene.
As he walked away he heard Uncle John asking, "Is there a problem here?"
"Johnny, what's going on?" Dick asked.
"Just a mean man trying to get Mr. Haly to give him money," John replied.
"Oh, does this happen often?" Dick asked.
"Probably, I've only seen it happen a few times. Don't worry about it, Dickie. Nothing bad is going happen. It never has before," John assured him.
"Okay," Dick smiled. He then ran forward.
"Where are you going?" John shouted.
"Race you there," Dick yelled.
"You're going to lose," John shouted, running forward.
AN: This is my first story for Young Justice so I hope it's good. I'm sorry if the Graysons seem out of character. I wasn't really sure how to write them. Anyways, once this story gets started it's going to be mainly a lot of DaddyBats and fluff. Thanks for reading and tell me what you think.