By the time the school day was over, Dick was more than ready to leave. He had already been excited for the show tonight so the idea of sitting through classes didn’t help in the slightest, but then along with that came the usual bullies. He was sitting on the steps with his bag at his feet when the familiar car pulled up and Dick dropped into the front seat.<br/><br/>“Just the usual.” He muttered in reply to Bruce’s question, his gaze focused out the window as he played with the hem of his shirt, having changed out of his school uniform and washed most of the gel from his hair. “Why do people have to be so dumb?” The boy finally said, leaning his head back onto the seat and turning just enough to look to Bruce.<br/><br/>Thankfully the sight of the stadium and all the people there took Dick’s mind off of school and by the time they were lining up for their tickets he was back to his usual energetic self. It all sort of reminded Dick of the circus when he was growing up. The ticket booth, the snacks, the crowds. A pang of guilt and sadness hit him as they took their seats.<br/><br/>Dick sat close to Bruce, occasionally gasping as the man flew from one ramp to the next on his bike. He was really getting into it when the accident happened. One second Dick was watching the man clear the ramp to the thundering applause of the crowd, the next it seemed like time was frozen as people all around them screamed and began to panic. Dick could barely make out what was being said over the speakers, too focused on the unconscious rider on the stadium floor. He nearly missed Bruce asking if he was okay, but when he did snap back, his eyes were teary as he quickly looked to Bruce and shook his head.<br/><br/>“Is he going to be okay?” Dick asked, barely more than a whisper. He was sure Bruce wouldn’t hear it over the chaos that was going on around them. It was his parents all over again. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.