tenor - a yj short story

¡CHAPTER ONE¡

Dick walked down the quiet halls of Mount Justice.

He was alone, everyone knew to leave him alone today.

It was the day.

The day they died.

Dick remembered the day as if it was yesterday, even though it was five years ago.

He knew the mountain was empty.

The team was on a mission, and they weren't expected back until tomorrow.

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Dick made his way into his room at the mountain.

He walked over to his closet, opening it and pulling something out.

It was a guitar.

And a stuffed elephant.

Dick rubbed the delicate designs.

His father had given this to him.

Just a week before he died.

They were planning to make him sing a song for the circus.

He got singing lessons.

They payed off.

He was good.

Dick shook his head, he hadn't sung since last year on this day.

He pulled the guitar closer to him, and sat down on the edge of his bed.

"Buna Mami si Tati. Am scris un cântec pentru tine, sper că te bucuri." (Hi mommy and daddy. I wrote a song for you, I hope you enjoy.) Dick said, placing the guitar on the bed beside him.

"Te rog salut unchiului, mătușii și vărului Johnny pentru mine." (Please say hi to uncle, aunt, and cousin Johnny for me.) Dick said, thinking of the final performance that his entire family did.

It was a truly amazing performance.

Everything was top notch.

His aunt and uncle were spectacular trapeze artists.

The crowd loved them.

His cousin was pretty good.

He had been learning how to do a quadruple backflip from Dick.

He never learned.

The ropes snapped.

Five Graysons died that night.

Five.

Dick was the last Grayson.

The last person on earth able to do a quadruple backflip.

A tear dripped down his cheek.

They were gone.

They.

Were.

Gone.

Never coming back.

Dick shook his head.

He wished he wasn't alone.

But he didn't want anyone to try to comfort him.

He didn't want someone to ruin the moment.

To see him at his weakest.

To see him sing.