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      Tim’s immediate thought is why isn’t Dick in the cowl? His brow
      creases as he watches the familiar blue and black costume,
      donned by an even more familiar Dick Grayson. He supposes
      it’s possible that he’s just taking a break from the weight of the
      mantle and from his bratty sidekick–not that Tim blames him.

      Oh, but now– ah. Stray has been noticed. He already knows
       that there are no near and easy escape routes, so he stands
      from his crouch and easily slips into a coy expression.

            ❛ Nightwing in Gotham? I must say that I’m a
                   little surprised. It has been a while. But may
                   I add, I've missed the view. ❜

{ + circusxxbirdie​ }

            ❛ D-Dick?! ❜

    When Tim had seen that Haly’s Circus was in Gotham, with
      flyers advertising their famous act of The Flying Graysons,
      he’d obviously gone to investigate. Going back into the circus
      brought back memories from so many years ago (one’s that
      weren’t very welcomed, considering his current relationship with
      who the memories featured), but then–

      But then he’d seen Dick. Younger, but not as young as he
      should have been to be wearing that acrobatic’s costume.