Well this is my first fic, so please bare with me and any mistakes I've done! I have had this story in mind for a while so I decided to finally write it down and share it with you lovely people! I appreciate feedback and creative criticism.
AN: I do not own the characters or references mentioned to either comics or cartoon - the story is all mine.
Prologue
"Damian…"
Can you hear that?
Quiet!
Listen.
Silence!
It's okay.
I see hell, its endless wall of flames. Something is calling for me, whispering sweet nothings into my mind, demanding blood. Resistance is futile, I always knew that, but I was never one to follow orders.
Mother, forgive me for I have sinned.
Focus.
Forget. Forget. Forget. Forget. Forget. Forget…
Calm down.
I have to forget.
You cannot run away forever.
It's not my fault. It is not my fault. It's not my fault. It is not my fucking fault. I see your blaming eyes, those eyes and that stare, daring me to flinch. Don't look at me.
It is not my fault.
It is not your fault. We both know that it is not your fault. He said so.
I'm draped in an endless and beating black limbo. The voices are everywhere and I cannot move, my actions are not of my doing. If I am quiet enough I can hear faint shouts and a breaking scream, absolute chaos. Someone is calling to me.
I am scared, but will never admit it to anyone. He is the only one that knows, can see through my walls.
Brother, forgive me for I have sinned.
It's okay.
Shut up. Shush. Shut up. Shush. Shut up. Shush. Shut up. Stop it. Shut up.
You cannot just stop.
Stop.
Listen.
The silence it is all that's left, it is the only place left.
Listen.
Everything is gone, and nothing was there to begin with. Nothing was there or ever existed. Just like a dream, a simple and on-going dream. A nightmare.
Listen.
Everywhere there is blood, an endless sea of red. In the distance I can make out arguing, someone's ongoing shouts, but I long stopped paying attention to everything but the sight laid in front of me. To the dull blue piercing through and the limp grasp being held out.
Father, forgive me for I have sinned.
Focus.
NO. No. No. No. No. NO. No. No. No. No. NO. NO. NO. No. No, no, no…
Can't you just fucking listen? Stop it! Stop that! Listen!
If I stay in this beating silence maybe, just maybe, I can fade.
I am the passing thought and the forgotten dreams. The passing deja vu. I am a forgotten face in the crowd.
Away. Away. Away.
You fucking idiot!
Away.
"I'm happy…"
You have to listen!