Author's Note: Katie: I'm very devastated about the Sandy Hook Shooting. How someone could just kill their own mom and then go kill 20 innocent children from the age ranging 6 to 7. My little brother is 7, I'd hate for something like that to happen to him. Anyways, this story is dedicated to the Sandy Hook Shooting. This idea came to me when I wondered how Dick would handle if something like this happened to his school.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for my OC teacher and children, which isn't something to really boast of -_-
-Murderous-
"Jerry, please read page 34 and stop at page 44," Mrs. Clyde told Jerry as the rest of the fourth-grade class silently groaned in agony. Jerry was not the fastest reader in the world; in fact the entire fourth grade class of Newtown Elementary[1] considered him the slowest reader ever in the world. Dick glanced at his friend James who was sitting next to him, focusing writing something when he suddenly gave a fleeting look at him as well and the two boys shared a look as James quietly passed a note to Dick. 'Think the lunch bell will ring by the time he's done?' Dick smirked as he wrote James a note back. 'Maybe.' The minutes went painfully slowly as Jerry read from the book, stuttering a little from time to time when a few screams from outside the class-room was heard followed by a few gun-shots. Mrs. Clyde quickly stood up. "Everyone into the closet NOW," She commanded. "But there's not enough room," whimpered Jerry. "There'll be room." She snapped with a slight frown. The students quickly scrambled into the closet, all but Mrs. Clyde, Dick and James when he showed up. The man whose gun had killed the children and adults outside the classroom, no he wasn't a man, he was a monster. His hair was messy and his eyes were blood-shot as he stepped forward toward them and in that time period, Dick froze up. Dick was Robin, the boy wonder, who feared nothing. But Dick was not Robin at the moment. He was plain old Richard Grayson and he could do nothing as he watched the monster of a man come toward them with a gun in his hand. Quickly, Mrs. Clyde threw herself in front of James and Dick. "Please! Take me instead, don't kill these innocent children." She pleaded; her brown eyes frantically looked into the mindless eyes of the murderer. The man didn't make a sound as he shot down Mrs. Clyde and as the bullet raced towards her, she shut her eyes close and with a small cry, she collapsed on the floor dead. "Nooo!" Dick cried out. "You killed her!" But the man said nothing. As he shot again, this time aimed at James, Dick swiftly knocked James unto the floor. James gave a loud gasp as he fell on the ground, Dick landing on top of him. "Shh! Play dead." Dick advised softly until his friend's ear. The two hold in their breaths, their eyes shut tight for the longest time, just hearing the murderer's heavy breathing, his gaze watching them for a few moments before his heavy steps left the classroom, to engage even more gun-shots and screams outside the classroom. "Quickly, until the closet before he comes back." Dick said, grabbing his friend's hand as they opened the closet door, which a few dreaded shrieks came from their classmates. "Relax, it's just us," Dick said, shutting the door fast. "Where's Mrs. Clyde?" asked one of the girls, Grace. "Is she alright?" Garfield, her twin, interjected. "No…she didn't make it." James weakly replied, finally finding his voice. Dick narrowed his eyes. "Did he manage to hit you?" He asked the brown-haired boy. "Y-yess." James stuttered. Dick tried to examine his friends wound in the darkness, but he couldn't find it. "Whoa, you got shot at?" The other students in the cramped closet murmured softly. "You'll be alright, James, you'll be alright." Dick croaked, assuring himself more than James in particular. "No, Dick, I-I don't think I'm going to," James peacefully mumbled. "No! You GOT too! You have to stay with us here, you got your family who care a lot for you," Dick protested. "I'll try," James admitted, breathing shallowly. The closet grew silent as the screams and gunshots stopped with one final gun-shot. No one spoke nor made a move towards the door as they were squished together in the closet, holding onto each other for fear of the murderer to return.
Dick didn't know how long it was when the closet door had finally opened, bright light poured into the dark closet as two officers stood in front of the entrance. "Are any of you hurt?" Asked one of the police officers, his gaze swept over all of them. "J-J-Ja-James, he got shot at." Dick shakily said, pointing at the brown-haired boy who was barely awake. The other officer carefully picked up the nine-year-old boy. "This one's in critical condition." The police officer said, briskly walking out of the room, obviously to take him to the medic. The remaining police officer pressed his comm. link. "Commissioner, all of the fourth-grade class except the teacher is alive. One kid is in critical condition; Officer Johnson is taking him to the medic immediately." He reported. He listened what the commissioner had to say before turning to look at the children. "Come out, it's safe now," He said with a slight smile, beckoning the fourth-graders. "He's gone." One by one, the kids reluctantly stood up and walked out of the closet, out of the class-room, following the officer to outside of the school where parents anxiously awaited, praying that their child wasn't one of unlucky kids to be killed. "Dick! You're safe!" a relieved voice called out, Dick looked up to see Bruce standing near the front of the crowd. "Bruce!" Dick cried, rushing towards Bruce, hugging him tightly. Bruce gave a small smile as he accepted the hug, wrapping his arms around his crying bird. "Let's go home, Dick." Bruce gently murmured into the broken bird's ears.
-KatieTheTroll-
Author's Note:
[1]: So supposedly in the comics, Dick went to a public school instead of like a private school (Gotham Academy) like in YJ. So, this is kinda my reason why he doesn't still go to one like he originally would as you can imagine, Bruce freaked out about what happened and sent him to a private school (I know, doesn't make any differeance) instead. Let's just say Newtown Elementary is the best Elementary schools in Gotham ;) This happens like almost a year of Dick being Robin. Yes, Dick is friends with Babs at this point of time, they just didn't go to the same schools at the time. I'll try to maybe squeeze her into this story. Anyways please review and give any advice I may need. Also, please pray for the victims of the Newtown shooting :/
Until next time,
Adios!
(PS: I, Ninja, didn't edit this one because she told me not to. Just putting that out there so don't get mad at me, Katie. If you want I'll delete this :3 But an FYI, I usually edit her stories.)