Richard Grayson wasn't actually a jester. It would never have occurred to him to be one. He enjoyed his circus.He was part of a circus since he was young, very young, with his parents. It was his life. He was enjoying himself just as much as he was amusing the others at the circus.

But then his parents died and Bruce took him to the palace where he had to become a knight. However, when the heir to the throne would soon be crowned, shortly after an arranged marriage, he knew he needed to help them.

Gotham Palace had never seemed so dark while it was supposed to be the comforting aspect of crime here.

My god how beautiful their smile was, couldn't stop thinking Richard.

He couldn't help, he wanted them to smile and he would make them. That's why he became their jester, always here at night to be a fool when he was supposed to be a strong protector of the evilness of the world. He wouldn't be entirely a jester, just here to make them smile and show them the beauty of life.

That face didn't deserve to be ruined by the pressure of their role. Their smile was a warmth to his heart that he couldn't help but envy. They didn't deserve to be so sad when they were, to him, like a divine person.

One evening, he took them into the garden when he had set up candles near the lake. He did his acrobatics using the tree, his head upside down.

"Mind to join the brave knight to look at the stars ?" He smirked.