[ Circus tents are supposed to be a riot of color and sound. Elephants should be trumpeting, the audience should be laughing and gasping with awe, and the ringmaster should be hyping up the crowd.
This tent is all wrong. The audience is just a bunch of silent department-store mannequins with their faces wildly distorted in exaggerated expressions of grief and terror. The tent itself is torn and an icy breeze slices through the area.
The only other thing in the room is a trapeze set-up. A teenager in a leotard sits on one of the platforms high up. One of the traps is intact, but the other is broken and sways wildly in the icy wind. The floor is a gory sight. A pile of bodies, all twisted limbs and expressions of terror, drenched in blood. At first, it's his biological family-- mother, father, aunt, uncle, cousin. Then the bodies morph-- Bruce, the Jasons, the Tims, his older counterpart. Then they change again-- a teenage girl with red hair in a school uniform, a blonde girl in the same uniform, an elderly man in a sharp suit, a teenage boy with bright red hair and freckles. Dick Grayson sits perfectly still, looking only at the ever-changing figures on the ground.
Eventually, he speaks. ] Be careful. [ He finally looks over, his face devoid of all emotion, like his very soul has been hollowed out. ]
there's a darkness at the heart of my love ★ open
[ Circus tents are supposed to be a riot of color and sound. Elephants should be trumpeting, the audience should be laughing and gasping with awe, and the ringmaster should be hyping up the crowd.
This tent is all wrong. The audience is just a bunch of silent department-store mannequins with their faces wildly distorted in exaggerated expressions of grief and terror. The tent itself is torn and an icy breeze slices through the area.
The only other thing in the room is a trapeze set-up. A teenager in a leotard sits on one of the platforms high up. One of the traps is intact, but the other is broken and sways wildly in the icy wind. The floor is a gory sight. A pile of bodies, all twisted limbs and expressions of terror, drenched in blood. At first, it's his biological family-- mother, father, aunt, uncle, cousin. Then the bodies morph-- Bruce, the Jasons, the Tims, his older counterpart. Then they change again-- a teenage girl with red hair in a school uniform, a blonde girl in the same uniform, an elderly man in a sharp suit, a teenage boy with bright red hair and freckles. Dick Grayson sits perfectly still, looking only at the ever-changing figures on the ground.
Eventually, he speaks. ] Be careful. [ He finally looks over, his face devoid of all emotion, like his very soul has been hollowed out. ]
It's a long way down.
[ The floor opens up and swallows you whole. ]