11th Leap | Dick Grayson | Fourth Dreamcast
4:10AM
[The large circus tent. The crowd. The family unit a circus performer. It's all perfect to him. Everything becomes unimportant just during this short time while in the air.
All that's important is the rush. The feel. It's like flying. But it isn't. He'll never be able to fly like Superman, but that isn't a problem. This was how he flew. Hundreds of feet in the air. No safety net. The only thing keeping him alive is his grasp on the trapeze or his partner.
He doesn't recall when Tim became a trapeze artist. But he holds onto Tim just as tightly as he would anyone as they do another swing.]
10:21AM
[A group of guys are sitting in a circle playing cards. They're all dressed in superhero costumes. Or at least partly. Is it Halloween? Who knows. However they're laughing and there's beer cans littered around them.]
Wingster! You lost this hand. Take it off. [The voice comes from a rather muscular red head who's also wearing quite a bit of red.]
A familiar black haired guy peels a striped glove off and tosses it with the rest of the discarded garments as they start dealing the next hand.]
I still say first guy to lose all his clothes has to run into the girl's room.
Unlike most of us. You'd probably wouldn't get your ass thrown out the tower if you did that and you know it.
I can't help if the ladies love me.
Oh shove it and let's play.
[Everyone is laughing again as they continue to play their game.]
4:37PM
[Clothes are scattered uselessly everywhere. Sheets are rumpled. But there's a feeling of contentment and happiness. Two nude figures are cuddled up in a bed together with the sheets being the only thing covering and even then just barely. She's familiar looking yet not.]
I think we need to get up. [The voice is muffled and female. Dick stirs a little but instead just pulls her closer. She's much taller then he is.]
And lose curling up to my favorite alien? It's the weekend, we can relax. The alarm will go off if there's an emergency anyways. [She only replies with a giggle as she strokes his hair.
There's a lot of shifting and a lot of hushed voices and soft words. There also might have been a moan or two before the dream fades.]
10:02PM
[The setting is familiar. It's the Facility Biodome. Everyone that Dick has ever met or talked at the Facility are there. He's sitting on the floor. He isn't sure why, but he can't seem to get up. But that's okay, he's watching the others play and enjoy themselves.
Then suddenly two hands are held out in front of him]
-tt- Get your ass of the ground Grayson. This is no time to be lazy.
You're the role model. You're not setting a very good example just sitting there.
[Everyone else has stopped and is crowding him. He smiles and grabs their hands.]