Sep 14, 2007 01:21
The light of the last explosion has long faded, but a few hours still remain before the portal will reopen. A few miles from the celebratory bonfire, a flashlight illuminates the empty bigtop of a county fair. There, the trapeze traces a long shadowed arc on the wall. The artist possesses a daredevil grace; double somersault, inverted release, a difficult one handed catch.
The one-man audience applauds, rosin flying from white gloves. "Bravo! But now it is, I think, my turn."
Double somersault; pike flip, double, no, triple-- and he can't possibly catch it now, he's falling--
*BAMF*.
Dick Grayson grins. "Oh, now... that's just cheating."