The snowflakes danced in the air as they softly came down from the sky, adding to the snow that already covered the ground. A slight breeze was blowing, sending shivers to anyone unlucky enough to encounter it. It was almost peaceful.
Then, you spotted a drop of crimson on the blanket of snow. Then another. And another.
As you followed the trail, the more blood could be seen. And the more your worry increased.
Your breath became shallower with each light step, your heart beating faster.
You thought, no-you knew whose blood that could be.
You stopped before rounding the corner. This was where the blood was the most prominent.
You felt hope-hope that you were not too late. But you also felt fear. The kind that paralyzes every muscle, that hits you like a five ton truck would. And that fear overshadowed the hope.
You took deep breaths, attempting to calm your muddled thoughts. You wanted to run away, run away from everything. But you knew that if you did, if he was still breathing, he would surely falter. There would be no chance.
So you readied yourself and turned the corner, only to find the most important thing, the light in your life slowly being taken from this world.
His ragged breaths filled your ears, your head, making you cry out.
You ran over to his battered, broken, bloody form, and unveiled the mask that the man beneath had hidden behind for so many years.
You kneeled down next to him, ignoring the blood that pooled around your feet, staining your boots. You did not care. The figure next to you overruled anything else happening right now.
Tears pricked at your eyes, a sob escaping your lips.
"Hold on. I'm going to bring you home. Please." You said it desperately, clutching to his shirt as if it were a lifeline.
He coughed up blood, staining the side of his face.
"We both know that's not going to happen." He smiled, and now he realized, this was the end. His life was slipping away, almost as simply as sand going through the cracks of your fingers.
You brought the youth up to a sitting position, cradling him, brushing the ebony locks through your fingers. You shut your eyes, remembering all the times spent with him, the good and the bad, and all the times you should have been there for him.
You heard his breath hitch, and you knew that he was gone. The light in your life had vanished.
You let out a cry of agony, and you started sobbing uncontrollably.
The child was gone.
And your son was no more.
Ooh, first angsty one I've done! Let me know if I should stick with adventure and stuff like that because this is crap, or if I am actually okay-ish at writing stuff like that! It would be very much appreciated!
Robin: Are you kidding me?! I died!
The Goddamn Batman: I saw you die.
Robin: Oh.