Cancer
Don't own Batman! I was listening to Cancer by My Chemical Romance.
Why?
Why did she do that?
Scarecrow stared down at the dying girl in his arms, blood dripping from her mouth and hazel green eyes half lidded. She wouldn't last very much longer and yet he was still asking himself why she threw herself in front of him. One of his henchman had double crossed him, making off with a good portion of the money he had been planning to make off with from their little bank heist. The girl coughed, choking on the crimson liquid that gave her life. Scarecrow grimaced, hoisting her head up higher so that she could breathe.
"Why?"
The girl looked up at him, then grinned. "Why did I take that bullet for you?" She chuckled, blood pouring from the wound in her chest. "I was going to die tomorrow anyway. Might as well gone down in style, ya know?" She coughed, crimson dotting her hand. "But-" He started, only to be stopped by a bloody finger.
"It doesn't matter. It's my time to go."
Ugh, I can't believe I wrote this when I should have written chapter 6 of fear carnival. Anyway, listening to a sad song can make you do all sorts of things. This is one of them. Hope you enjoyed.