Based on this wonderful prompt by tydee rose: batman dies and robin is a mess, but basicy how he handles life without batman. I want him all sad and crying then steping up and taking on the batman mantle and wanye enterprises. i also have an image of him clinging to batman's cape. oh and have young justice in it and i also pictured a big secen,with all the league and young justice there, and robin revels his ID(manly to the team cause the league knows) and saying that he is the air to wanye enterprises and must be the ceo to that and baman mantle but do whatever works
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Robin felt frozen.
Not like Victor Fries or his wife or any of the Icicles or even Captain Cold.
He felt frozen now the same way he'd been frozen five years ago as he watched his family plummet to their deaths, to the cold ground.
He couldn't move. He could barely breathe. He'd used all his air screaming. Not that he'd had much in the first place.
Why should he breathe when Batman wasn't?
Batman.
It. Wasn't. FAIR!
This wasn't Justice!
He pounded on his mentor's still chest. Why was it so still?
He hit harder, sobbing. He might've been ashamed of getting the suit wet from his tears, if it wasn't already soaked. Water. Not an explosion or a gunshot or fire or a knife. Water. The Dark Knight had been killed by water. The Batman had been drowned.
Robin would have too, but Batman had given the rebreather to him. Not enough air, his mentor had signaled. He'd ripped off the cape, it was weighing him down, especially in the water. Of course it was, it was Kevlar ball gown. They had activated their emergency beacons before discarding their empty utility belts. They were each shackled to cinder block, as if the iron chains alone hadn't been enough to weigh them down.
Air hadn't even been the biggest issue. The temperature was. It had been ice on top, with a layer of slush just below. They had sunk to the bottom, where it was still water, but seemed even colder. Aquaman and Kaldur'ahm had come, but it was too late. Superman had flown over, arriving as the thirteen year old began to pound on the Bat's chest. Both Flashes had sped over, but they had the same problems with water as the Bats.
Correction: Bat. He was all alone. Again.
He pushed down feebly on the chest, trying to do CPR, but he was weak from the air loss and the cold.
He kept at it until he felt a pressure on his shoulders. Superman had put something on him. The cape.
He clutched it around himself, squeezing his eyes shut to try and pretend that Bruce had draped it around him.
He buried his head into the unmoving chest, trying to keep his shoulders from shaking but failing miserably. Failing the way he'd failed Batman. Robin's job was to make sure Batman got home safely, regardless of what happened to him. Someone had to be there to complete the mission.
The mission was the most important thing.
He lifted his head from Batman's shoulder, still trembling. He looked out onto the city's harbor, narrowing his eyes.
He'd failed his mentor, but he wouldn't fail Gotham. He didn't want to, but if he stepped back, who would complete the mission? Who would be the Batman?
"I will."