Prologue
It is raining.
It is rain do fine it is closer to fog. It is the kind of rain that makes it difficult to tell whether it is raining or not. It is the rain that is quiet, and cold, and without personality. It began just a little while ago, and since then has continued off and on.
"Shoot me."
His voice blends into the sound of the quiet rainfall, and echoes as if from far away.
Long ago, he would have brushed off with a smirk or a hint of sarcasm, but not he did not reply at all.
"Come on shoot me, shoot me!" he snapped as he began to cry out, it was a simple statement nothing much.
'Just pull the trigger and everything will be over' the simplest thought came to his mind. ' Just pull the trigger Dick, do it.' it was a cold, deep voice, one he'd never heard before. Dick's mind was overcoming by his inner voice, that shows no such a merely emotions towards him.
"I see..looks like you're not going to shoot me fascinating. You're walking the same path as batman which is it ironic, you don't want to become like him,"
"You're wrong! I will not become batman!"
A silent fell for a moment, before the voice chuckle.
"Then shoot me! Prove that you will not become the batman, Dick! Show the world that you're different, come on, what are you waiting for!" now it became a shrill voice, as it made his words seductive pull towards Nightwing.
There was no time.
If he was going to save his friends and his family, he couldn't waver. Because this is was Jason Todd capable of doing.
Jason laughed. He knew that Nightwing was out of time.
So was he going to do or not? He was already on the step where he was holding a gray silver gun pointing at the defenseless black haired young man, with dry blood on the corner of his split lip that was earned from Nightwing punched.
"Well? Are you just going to run away again? Or are you ready to sacrifice your friends? Either way, you don't have a choice after all," the raven boy slipped from his sleeves of his brown leather jacket and passed onto his hand; it was a phone.
The phone screen bright for a moment before it show a big red button on the screen, as Nightwing froze.
"Is me or them, Dick. Once I press the button, the bombs will set and there is no way you can't save them. Is me or them, Dick?! You decide big brother!"
A decision, there were always decision to be made. No matter what kind of decision you would ever make, there will always consequence.
In the most precious part of what made Dick himself - the very deepest depth of his soul - a hatred began to fester and swell.
Killing was wrong.
Killing was wrong.
Killing was right?
"Is me or them! Decide!"
".."
The moment he holds tight the gun, the moment his finger gently touch the trigger, his world turned black.
Dark.
Obsidian.
Soaked pitch black -
A loud band echoed through the dark roof - as silent was only followed next.