The sound of circus muziek and laughter was heard, the flood lights blazed kruis the ever busy city of Gotham. People began to fill every zitplaats, stoel in the circus tent holding their brouchers with the ster 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 u up their u 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 zei looking down at his unapealing...
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