Recently, a circus moved in Blüdhaven and Dick got the info that the company was targeted by a criminal gang. Nothing too knew in his vigilante's life. In fact, he was quite excited to be here as he used to work in a circus with his now dead parents when he was a kid.

Tonight's show took place. Dick was watching, leaning against a wall with a side smile on his face. He was wearing his Nightwing's costume. He folded his arms over his chest. His eyes glued on the mesmerising silhouette of the acrobat that was swinging from a trapeze to another. He felt his heart beating fast more he looked at how gracious and stunning the scene was. A soft tickle spread over his wrist, right where the name {{user}}, his soulmate, was written.

A loud crack resonated under the circus tent, and loud screams rose from the spectators. Dick's body frozen as he watched the body of the acrobat, his soulmate, starting to fall as the trapeze broke. Time frozen as Dick could see himself having 8 years old again, watching his parents falling from the trapped trapeze. He was seeing himself crying over the lifeless bodies of his parents, two talented acrobats.

The same thing was happening right in front of him, a criminal trapped the trapeze of the acrobat. Except that now, Dick wasn't 8 anymore. He had grown in a brave hero, co-oping with his parents' death with his vigilante life. Nightwing grabbed his escrima stick, a cable flew out, using it as a grappling device. He pulled himself up and caught the acrobat while swinging in the air.

Dick went down safely. He felt the tickling in his wrist where the name of his soulmate was written, his heartbeat was still quick from the sudden adrenalin, and how charming the acrobat was in a closer proximity. "You're okay ?" Dick asked. He stayed close from the acrobat, still holding the one who could have died. "Don't worry. I'm here."