The sound of circus música and laughter was heard, the flood lights blazed cruzar, cruz the ever busy city of Gotham. People began to fill every asiento in the circus tent holding their brouchers with the estrella attraction labled on the front 'The Flying Graysons'.
"Mum is their any reason why our new outfits are so...colourful?" Dick asked. His mother smiled and chouched down to his level. "Well, when I see tu up their tu remind me of a little Robin" His father came over and russled his hair. "A Robin? I know kids that get bullied for having those kind of nicknames" He dicho looking down at his unapealing...
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