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Born on the day of spring
His mothers bird- acrobatic, lively, gentle.
Utterly ruined from the day he was born
The circus was a cover for The Court.
He'd become their assassin at 8 years old, as soon as his parents were killed.
Or become Batman's ward: not truly adopted or loved at all
Thrown into juvy
Across the globe, but repurposed
No longer to perform or adventure, not how he would want to travel.
But still wearing his mothers colours
Only strapped with sharp batarangs instead of dull rope
There was never a safety net a day in his life.
Graysons child: Performer
Batman's Ward
Titans Leader
Slade's apprentice.
His mantle was gone
His support fired him like a co-worker
His colours are gone
Replaced for a blue that doesn't even match his childhood sky
Monochrome darks
A loss of life
The robin bird was pulled away from him
The children of Robin doomed to die.
Associated with violence and despair
With Gotham
Heroics
Comfort
But not for him.
In a double city of Gotham- a traveller sticking to the familiar
His new familiar
But this spider isn't what he'd find on the train
His dad wasn't here to get it away
It would approach him.
And he froze, but at least he didn't scream.