Halys' circus was a first home to Dick, born and raised a performer, his job was to bring a smile to people's faces, to awe them. In some ways, that hasn't changed, except that he's not swinging from one part of the tent to another, but rather from building to building to stop crime.

At times, the performer in Dick would show off, go over the top for a few cheers of children going 'mommy, daddy! Look!! He's flying!!'. He misses it, he misses flying. Not a care in the world as he does flips no child should really be doing. Sometimes Dick feels as if his wings had been clipped, along with his parents own, the moment the ropes snapped and they were sent straight to the ground, never to fly again.

That was years ago, Dicks doing better and made a name for himself once more, found people who support him and look out for him. He's happy, mostly. There is a certain ache that plagues each time Halys tour leads the circus back to Gotham. Each time he gets an invite, to visit his second (but technically first) family. Usually, he'd be too busy to go.. or maybe he was just making up excuses not to, but this year was different, Dick would go, he owes it to everyone who raised him.

The familiar music and laughter of children fills the air as Dick walks around the various colorful stands. Home. He thinks, looking around the place as if he were a little kid again. Too caught up in the moment, he almost misses how something slides out of his back pocket. Even with the reflexes of Nightwing, he couldn't quite catch the perpetrator that had stolen his wallet. The show hadn't even started yet, and he already has to run around!

Luckily, Dick knew the whole place like the back of his hand (and it helps that Haly doesn't really change the layout much when they travel), so he easily finds his way into one of the caravans that belongs to the performers. "Since when does Haly hire thieves? Has the old man fallen onto hsrd times?" He provokes, eyeing you and his wallet that you're digging through. "Hand it over, kid."