So this is just something that came to my brain when it should have let me sleep. I love Damian, but it had to be done. I'm so sorry Dami. It's just a short one-shot. There might be a sequel, i have about half of it written, but I still don't know if I'll post it.
Disclaimer: No i don't own any of it. Are you kidding me? If i did...lets just say things would get extremely out of hand XD Now. Here. We. Go.
The rain was coming down hard and loud. Every drop felt like a cold bullet falling from above, pounding on his body. It was a reminder of what had gone wrong that night. Every drop that fell on his Kevlar suit. Every. Single. One. Those drops swirled down the drain to his left. They turned crimson as they washed away the blood that stained the floor. It was everywhere. It was on his suit, on his gloves, on his cape; even his face had a couple of drops. Though they had probably washed away by now. All because of that damn rain.
He applied more pressure on the wound, knowing it was useless. The pain increased ten-fold as he shifted closer to the wall, seeking shelter from the harsh weather. Even his sheer will couldn't stop the hiss of pain that escaped his clenched jaw. His whole body ached. Wounds where scattered around his whole self. But the most fatal one was on his left side. That was the one to which he applied the pressure. He knew he didn't have much longer. He had been sitting there, lying against the wall, for 5 minutes already.
He wasn't even supposed to have gone out that night. His father had told him he was "to stay home for the night", but he didn't listen. He had scoffed when his father had said to him that it was too dangerous for him to be out that night. He thought himself immortal, above petty issues like pain and bleeding. But there he sat, slowly bleeding to death.
My mother trained me along with the best tutors in the world. I defeated the preceding Robin, I defeated NoBody. There is nothing too dangerous for me. I have the blood of the Al Guhl's running through my veins along with the blood of the Wayne's. I can handle it. He thought to himself as he left the manor, dressed in his Robin suit. Green mask in one hand, his commlink in the other. He pressed his mask into place. Then brought the commlink to his face. He quickly turned off the tracking device on it; the one on his bike had been shut off long ago. The commlink was launched back into the open window. It seemed childish to him now, but at the moment, it had made sense.
He shut his eyes and groaned as he tightened his hold on his left side. The pain was all he felt now. Breathing, something as mundane as breathing now caused him pain. He began to loose feeling in both of his arms and his strength deteriorate after every passing second. He couldn't sit up anymore. He slid down slowly until he was lying down completely. He began to feel a heavy fog envelop him. His vision had begun to blur, the added effect of the rain made it worse as he shivered uncontrollably.
His chest tightened as he thought of the people he left at home, his family. They probably thought he was in his room sleeping. His throat constricted as the edges of his eyes filled with tears. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He was going to be dead by the end of the night. Turning the rain crimson as it touched his chest. The blood washed away, down the drain. As he took his last breath, he whispered, "I'm sorry." He felt everything turn numb. Then, a blinding white light. Damian Wayne, the fifth Robin, was dead.