"I'll find some way to redeem myself to you."
It was all he could say as he laid on the floor of the bioship. It was pathetic, him bleeding on the floor, helplessly watching his team try to save him. He always hated the feeling, the one where he felt as if he could do nothing. He has been feeling it too much lately. Maybe it was the reason why he tried too hard to play the game that was his life.
Maybe he had just wanted to win.
Coughing, he tried to clear his throat of the blood that was bubbling out of his mouth. Then went another shot in the arm, another scream for medical supplies, another hand pressing down on his injuries. Blurry visions of green and blonde, mixed with black and blue flashed before him. Licking his dry, cracked lips, he closed his eyes.
He just wanted to win.
Taking a shaky breath, he whispered the words again. "I'll find someway to redeem myself to you." Really, it was an empty promise (all his promises were). Nevertheless, this was one he wanted to make to the black and blue figure, to the person grabbing his hand and pleading with him to keep fighting.
"Jason! Stay with me, we're taking you home!"
He weakly smiled at the slip of identity. The former Robin always told him to keep his identity under wraps; it was so no villain (really, just Joker) couldn't link him to the Bat. Good ol' Batman, his savior. Where was he now?Feeling himself go numb at the thought, he felt the lack of air from the amount of blood in his mouth. Trying to force the blood from spilling out of his mouth, he loosened his grip on Nightwing's hand.
"JASON!
Never had the boy heard such pain in any human being's voice. Never, and that was saying something. He took another deep breath. He was okay with dying, really, he was. It was his price; he tried to play the game, and he lost. He had tried to face the Joker alone, and he lost. Losers always had to pay the consequences.
But God, he just wanted to winfor once.
"I'll redeem myself," he whispered, letting go of Nightwing's hand. He had no strength to open his eyes one last time, no feeling to keep his hold on reality. He only felt himself drifting, barely hearing the screaming anymore. Slipping from one world to the next, he almost felt at peace with leaving his team behind.
Almost.
It would've been better if he won.