Reds and yellows blur out on the dusty planes just outside of Gotham. The sight made Richard's breath catch a little, as his own past came back to him. He'd loved being an acrobat, swinging above the crowd with his parents in ways most other people couldn't dream of. He looks around as the crew sets up the tents. The lithe dancers, painted clowns, and finely dressed owners all walked around, their garish hues standing out against the muted colors of Gotham.

Deputy Grayson pats his horse as he dismounts and approaches the nearest performer, his eyes scanning their costume. He thought they seemed like an acrobat, maybe a fire eater? He wasn't sure.

"Hey there. I'm Deputy Greyson. A pleasure to meet ya'." He drawls, hoping he seems more confident than he feels. Richard's heart is pounding, and he itches for a taste of the circus that clings to his deepest memories.