Author Note = This my first English fanfiction ! It's a short story about Jason Todd ! I just wanted to try writing in English and improve it ! That might be a "childish" way to write, but be comprehensive. I hope I'll write more English fanfiction in the future ! Please REVIEW :)
I'm standing here, outside your mansion. Your bloody mansion.
I can see you through the window. The light draws your face. You're sitting on this sofa like nothing else mattered. The wine glass in your left hand, a clock in the other. Your starring at the chimney. It's like you were thinking about something very important. Or maybe, for the Bat-signal to light the sky.
Bruce Wayne, at his very best. The playboy is boring, waiting for distraction. I always knew you this way. You only cared about yourself. You don't even look outside to see someone watching you. I could kill at any time … but I won't.
I'm here, on the branch, hidden by the night. It's cold, but not as cold as my heart. I felt it, I felt death taking me and keeping me in its arms since someone awake me from the dead.
And bet where I first go after my resurrection ! I'm here Bruce ! I only wished you know it. I only wished you leave this sofa, turn to the window and stare your gaze at me. You'd be scared at first, but then … sympathy or regret would get you. But you'd know I'm alive.
I fought so many times by your side, arrested so many bad guys and you were always proud of me. It's like I was the partner you always needed. I've never seen you smiling with Grayson. I recall one night, after a hard battle we used to win, when we got back to the Batcave : you looked at me and smiled. You were proud. Proud for the battle and for what we achieved.
I only see your profile lighted by the fire. There's no one else in the big room. Not even Alfred is by your side to awake you.
I hardly hope you think about me … about my death … about your first failure. You can't face it ! You, the Batman, can't fail ! You choose to prove the world that failure is only for bad guys ! You show people every night what justice really is. And yet, you failed !
I'm looking at you Bruce ! Right now, still alive ! I can prove you didn't failed. You were just to slow to reach me. I don't held you responsible for my death ! I just can't accept you let him live. The one who did that to me … the one who took me away from you.
Your eyes are caught by the flames. Your spirit is lost in the fire. You abandon yourself in the unknown. And I see Bruce Wayne changing. You're letting yourself to go down. I'd like to interrupted this miserable situation, but you don't worth it anymore.
Bruce, you've lost me the day you decided to put him in jail, not the day you hold me in your arms after the explosion. Someone resurrected me and not for nothing. I don't want to waste my time any longer. I decide to finish the work.
I'm here Bruce. For one last time, please, turn your face to the window. I could forget you for what happened. Deep inside of me, I want to dress Robin's outfit one more time. We would defeat the outlaws once again. But you're deeply lost in your memories. You move on, as I can't forget anything.
I decide to finish the man you didn't punished. I decide to scare bad guys who aren't afraid of the Bat ! I serve vengeance and not justice. You've learned me how to battle and to defend myself … Now I use this acknowledge to take my revenge and then … to defeat you.
Bruce. I come here to say goodbye.
