Another One Bites the Dust
It was over. Robin could tell. You know how they say that when you're dying, you see your entire life flash before your eyes? That's exactly what happened.
But, it wasn't like you were envisioning it, no, but it was more like remembering. You remembered everything that happened in your life.
He remembered his parents death. He remembered seeing their blood spilled, their eyes closing. He remembered their screams, how they cried out to him.
He remembered when he had first met Bruce, how he first saw Bruce, and how he could see that the man shared the same pain as him. He remembered when he saw Alfred, and how the man was so kind and understanding.
He remembered becoming Robin. He remembered how when he first saw Joker, he peed his pants.
He remembered meeting Wally, and how the boy treated him like a brother. The thought of a brother sparked the memory of Roy.
How could he leave them? Robin remembered what happened on one day when he was gone, and he had left the two alone.
As soon as he walked into the Watchtower, He heard, "I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH YOU WANT IT!"
Confused, he walked towards the source of the noise.
As soon as he walked in, he saw Wally on the floor, with huge puppy dog eyes.
But that wasn't the main problem. Wally was a baby. Like, as in, about 5 years old.
"Wally?" the 10 year old Robin walked over. "What's wrong?"
"Wroy won't give me pointy stick!"
He turned to Roy. "What happened?" He said, in a voice that would make Batman proud.
"Well…."
"Spit it out, Harper."
Roy looked at him. "You do know I could kick your-"
"What is going on here?" Batman walked up.
Robin put on his Baby face. "Look at what Roy did to Wally!"
Batman picked up Robin. "Harper." He said, Glaring.
"Yes?" the glare intensified. "Sir?" He squeaked.
Batman pulled out a small bottle.
"Make Wallace drink this."
"Of course, sir."
"And I expect an apology for my son."
Roy sighed.
Batman growled.
"SORRY! I am so sorry, Robby."
Robins lip quivered.
"ROBIN! I meant ROBIN."
"I thought so."
Tossing Roy the small bottle, Batman patted his sons back, muttering soft words to him.
Then, he saw Wally had run away.
"Darn it…"
Robin knew he had to wake up. For Wally. For Roy. For Batman—no, his Dad. Batman was his Dad.
Robin gasped for air, just to see he was in the Batcave. But, the Batcave was a little different than before. It had huge speakers next to the Computer, lights everywhere, and a disco ball.
Batman was giving him CPR, and the song "Another One Bites the Dust" was blasting from the speakers.
Yes, he was glad he lived.
This was a point in his life he was happy he didn't miss.
Apparently, a lot of people loved my Crowbar One shot…. So…. I decided to make another Crackfic! :D This was inspired by Shadow, when we were talking. Over Pizza. So… Yeah… =D
It's a little know fact that the proper compression rate for CPR is to the same beat as "Staying Alive" and "Another One Bites the Dust". Glad I could help B.- Shadow