I could feel the blade sink inside me. I couldn't help myself to be selfless.
It was something my parents said;
'This will kill you someday..'
How true that statement would be.
As the blade was pushed deeper into my abdomen, I could hear Kara scream. She had such a distinctive voice, something heavenly in origin. Of course, I couldn't let the bad guy kill her. Luckily I did jump when I did, or else she'd be where I am right now. A kryptonite-laced sword, run through my gut. Although I'm not a Kryptonian, the blade still fucking hurt.
Kara flew into view, punching Deathstroke across the dark room. I suspected as much that the old man had been following us on our dates. He'd been sighted in Brisbane on numerous occasions, Batman had warned me that my holiday might be interrupted. Ignoring his pleas, I left for my home town in Australia with my newly acquired partner.
I had finally asked Supergirl to a date after our big mission within the Young Justice crew. We had met previously but had been always organised to be apart. My group consisted of Kid Flash (now currently Bart Allen, after Wally's unfortunate death), Blue Beetle and myself. Smaller task forces were established so fewer casualties arise in combat scenarios. I was the newest arrive to the crew, along side Supergirl. She was so breathtaking, so different from the others. I think it was the idea that we each had 'Leaguer' versions of ourselves. Supergirl was a female Superman, and I was the Batman. Although never taught by the cap crusader, I was the most like him. Robin's (Grayson, Todd, Drake and Wayne) were all lost in trying to find independency. This meant they were striven to be different, were I wasn't apart of their family. I was a detective by nature, much more than those under his mentorship.
She had decided to go to Australia with me because she'd never seen much of the world. Neither had I, but she was more foreign than myself. She did this thing were she'd laugh, than turn bright red, followed but placing her long hair behind her ear.
I couldn't stop loving her.
She meant more than justice itself.
I was on borrowed time, the wound was fatal.
I could hear Kara crying so much, that noise hurt more than any wound could inflict. For the first time in a long time, I cried too. Not hysterically, but peacefully. My short time on this world meant more to me, since Kara came into my life. Goodbye.