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'That would ruin the surprise.'

He points to a large clearing, so they can land. Once they do, the hovercar vanishes, and Kyle stretches. Having no powers was all right, well, it wasn't awful, but he missed it in a way he can't name or explain properly.

Then, he holds out his arm, and concentrates. The outlines form first, hard and slow, streaking through the night air. The rest fills like water in a bucket, the glow bright but not blinding, pulsing slightly.

He's an artist and a Lantern: his visual memory is excellent. Usually it's a curse, he remembers all the horrors he's seen in excruciating detail, but sometimes, it can be a blessing.

Because despite only having seen a few old newsprints, Haley's Circus is standing in front of them, life size, and perfectly accurate. A small flick of his wrist, and it changes from green to colour. This is harder to maintain, but he has the will. And the ring to back it up, too.

Once he's done, he just looks down at Dick, and smiles.

Dick watches the lightshow wordlessly. He would've been perfectly entranced if it had been a simple display, but when the arcs of light start forming familiar shapes, he feels a sort of ache in his heart.

Haly's. His first home.

He doesn't ask how Kyle knows what it looks like-- it'd been all over the papers after all. Without even realizing it, Dick's grinning widely and there's a sort of softness to his eyes. Memories-- good ones-- flood back to him.

He looks up at Kyle. Thank you.

The silence is far more telling than anything Dick could say. Kyle's not sure how much of it will ache, or how much will feel good. The wound is still raw, for the younger one.

The grin sets him at ease. This is working.

He tilts his head towards the entrance. You haven't even seen the inside yet.

Dick walks toward the entrance, touching the constructs as he passes by. It's like he's saying hello, as weird as it sounds. He knows he could go back to Haly's any time back home, even for a little while. It's the leaving again that would be hard.

If he concentrates, he can conjure up the smells-- of hay, of animals, of freshly-cleaned costumes, of makeup. He wishes he could share them with Kyle.

Kyle follows, his steps careful, almost reverent. This memory isn't his, even if it was his to give, and the proverbial door has to be opened before he has the right to look inside, let alone enter.

He smiles to himself, in a strange, genuine way that he hasn't done often (but more, since coming to Keeliai, where he can rest, and get to the roots of why he does what he does) as he watches.

The interior is a masterpiece, if he says so himself (but he won't). He had no reference for what it looked like beyond a general circus, so he let his imagination run wild. The trapeze, however, is all there, accurate, and ready.

Dick's grin widens even more when he sees the interior. He lets out something between a sigh and a gasp.

"This is amazing."

It wasn't exact, but it was amazing nonetheless. His eyes drift to the trapeze and he gets a warm feeling in his chest. All of the feelings come rushing back. There's no big audience, just Kyle. But it doesn't matter.

"You've never seen me perform, have you?"

Outside of combat, at least.

Kyle doesn't count combat as performance, but there's something else he does.

'Some old footage, yeah. Couldn't get a good look at what those are supposed to look like, exactly, but they work fine.' He points to the trapeze, the warm feeling at giving someone else joy - especially Dick - is filling, and making him feel better too.

'I'm betting it's nothing compared to up close and personal, huh?'

"Definitely not."

He's practically glowing as he dashes to the ladder. Once on the platform, he gives a performer's bow while grinning.

He stands at the edge of the platform, grabs the trap, and jumps. Everything came back to him, as natural as breathing. Old maneuvers, tricks he'd seen and had never had the opportunity to try out, moves he's making up on the fly. It all looks natural, and his confidence shines.

Once finished (he figured Kyle wouldn't want to be there forever), he stands on the platform with his arms raised and bows again to the audience of one.

Kyle could sit here forever, if he wanted to (ha, willpower). He cheers and whoops like a good one-man audience. Dick's movements are so fluid, and natural, he can't help but be awed by the kid's charm and grace.

'Bravo!' he yells, clapping enthusiastically when the performance is over. Then, an entire wall of construct Green Lanterns appear next to him, of all species and sizes, joining him and filling the stands. The applause is deafening.

Dick grins wider as the audience fills out with constructs of the Lantern Corps. Obviously, he doesn't recognize them, but he knows they must be real in Kyle's world.

He bows again. His face hurts from smiling so much, but he can't stop.

He climbs down and walks back over to Kyle, still glowing.

"Not bad for being out of practice, right?"

'You could've fooled me,' he jokes, squeezing Dick's shoulder. He takes one last look at the Corps - his family - before the constructs fade. The interior of the circus begins to fade slowly behind them as well, and Kyle flexes his fingers. It had been difficult to maintain but he's not going to let it go out all of sudden.

"I figured I would."

He gives the circus one last look. It was nice, to have a little piece of home, a little comfort. It meant more than he could say.

"Thanks. This is seriously one of the nicest things anyone's done for me."

Which is saying a lot.

'Your fault for not being friends with a GL sooner.' He takes one last look before the entire circus fades, and the blinking green light goes out. It hurts more than he can say, since he knows the future now, and what might happen if it goes out for good.

But he can't let himself think that.

'Anytime you want to try it again, all it takes from me is a little willpower.'

He wraps an arm around Kyle's shoulders. (A bit tough, considering the height difference.) Kyle misses his family as much as Dick does.

"Don't wear yourself out, though."

He grins down, appreciating the gesture.

'The ring'll run out of power way before that happens, trust me.'

"Still. Save some power for yourself."

Because he knows you'll overwork yourself, Kyle. (Because he does. Not that he'll outright admit it.)

'Don't make me ruffle your hair in retaliation, punk,' he warns, teasingly. They're too alike in all the right (wrong?) ways, sometimes, and Kyle occasionally finds himself wondering what would happen if he'd met the older Dick instead of the younger one.

"You'll have to fight Bruce for that honor."

Yes, the big, scary Batman still ruffles Dick's hair.

He pauses, "thinking" for a while, rubbing his chin thoughtfully to keep up the act. Then, he reaches out and ruffles Dick's hair.

(No fear.)

"Agh!"

He fakes being surprised and ducks away too late. He knew it was coming, but he didn't mind being treated like a kid. If it was the right person.

He grins again as he withdraws his hand and tucks it in the pocket of his jacket. Dick didn't get to be a kid enough, and if he could have that without feeling patronised then Kyle was damn well going to give it to him.

'So, shall we walk back or fly?'

"For once, there's no rush to get anywhere. I say we go at a leisurely pace. But I guess you're dinner's going to get cold."

Dick seems much, much calmer. Acrobatics was his zen. He felt more in balance now, even if it didn't magically wash away hurt and anger. But it tempered it.

'It is a nice night for a walk.' He looks up, at the sky. That was his zen, the stars, the lights. He couldn't fly up and touch him, but he could dream. That was still important.

'Wish I knew what those were called. When on Oa sometimes, we point to the sky and compete to see who can name more. But it always devolves into the worst puns ever.'

"I don't know, but Zatanna might."

She was studying the stars, the last time he remembers.

(Though the last time she and Dick Grayson met... yeah he's still puzzling that over.)

"Doesn't everyone have different names for them? The constellations, I mean."

'Yeah, they do. The names don't translate, so we have to compare to figure out which ones we're referring to. There's always the official numerical classification but that's really boring.'

He kicks a stone, and then looks at Dick thoughtfully. 'What is this deal between you and Zee?'

Why haven't you told her your identity?

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