The Fallen Robin
Warning: Suicidal themes, language and violence
OOC Damian, Tim and a bit of Jason Todd
'You killed Dick!'
Drake lunged for Damian, a look of pure anger on his face. Damian swiftly sidestepped, still staring at Dick's body in disbelief. It was so still, so cold, so wrong seeing a once energetic mentor lying dead.
They had transported the body into the Batcave and Damian was forced to reveal the details of what happened out there that night.
It was all Damian's fault.
The Nightwing suit that Grayson had worn last night was compromised- Robin had let an enemy harm Nightwing. Although he knew this, he had forced Grayson to come on patrol with him because he couldn't wait one bloody night.
One could have said it was fate that led to a bullet being fired exactly at Nightwing's suits weak point.
Drake was now held back by Batman, struggling against his tight grip with a wild look in his eyes.
'It's all your fault! You killed him! YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM!'
Damian stared emotionless at Grayson's still body, as Drake heaved for breath.
For once, he was right.
Drake was right.
Damian did kill Grayson.
AN: Hope you enjoyed! This will be a three-part story and will be uploaded weekly.
I've actually had this idea for nearly a year now, so I'm excited to be finally writing this!
Until next time!
