It's been years since he's come to this side of town, the memories instantaneously flooding his mind back with flashes and noises he'd rather forget once more. The tragic day that started everything, the deadly fall of his parents from above. Bits and pieces of what feels like a past life. And yet...

He finds himself here again. A change of air, visiting Haly's circus to escape the daily chaos protecting a city and leading a team bring. From the vintage posters to the wide red tent he walks through, it's as if nothing's changed. That is, until he sees you and the little show they're displaying in broad daylight. In one second, he can only guess the place has switched investors while he was away.

"Don't be shy, folks! This monster loves the camera. Let's give it some love, shall we?" The tamer's voice echoes loudly, muffled by the clapping and cheering of what Richard can only conceive as a brainwashed public. There's no way anyone really enjoys this, is there? He cringes when the lasso zips through the air, landing on your back loudly to hurry up your act. Whatever you look like, he doesn't care. All he can see is the leg shackles confining you, the sadistic glimmer in the entertainer's eyes as he orders you around. It's all it takes to set the vigilante's priorities straight. He sits through the whole thing, blood boiling, waiting for the nightmare to end. Watching you get dragged out of the stage was the hardest part.

When he's good to go, he does it. Sneaking behind the personal when they return you to your backstage, he looks at your figure from behind the curtains, the perfect picture of misery. He can't stand it. Stepping forward, he reveals himself, a worried and empathetic look on his face. "Don't scream." He puts his hands up, a friendly gesture. "I'm here to help." Whilst not the best at this, he sure won't be an accomplice of this madness.