"James!", I shouted as I saw my two year-old brother fall back to the Earth. A minute earlier I had been enjoying the view of the mountainside while my Dad play with James on the rocky coastline, tossing him up in the air. Then, right after he tossed James as high as he could, my Dad disappeared.
While the sight of my Dad vanishing in a split second terrified me, my brother screaming as fell from ten feet in the air took precedence. As I shouted my brother's name, I sprang from the rock I was sitting on and ran towards James. I dived for him, but my arms only cushioned his head from the rocks.
I lifted him towards me, unaware of the pain coming from the scrapes on my arms and legs. His cries were all I could hear. I had never been one panic, so I was luckily able to think clearly. I examined his small frame, searching for the source of the blood that was on his body. I found it quickly, a large gash on his leg were he seemed to have been cut on a rock.
I took off my button-up shirt, so that I was left with the black tank-top I had worn under it. I tied the shirt around his wound, trying to stifle the bleeding. I looked around frantically, trying to see if there was anyone who could help me. As fate would have it, I glimpsed a boy that appeared to be running towards the mountain. I stood up, James in my arms. His cries had stopped, and that terrified me, but I ignored my fear and started running towards the mountain.
I stumbled my way over the rocks, slipping and cutting myself on the rocks. I got over the ledge that blocked the bottom of the mountain from my view and looked for the boy I had seen. I saw him clearly for the first time. He was standing at the base of the mountain. He had a black cape, lined with yellow. He was wearing skin tight black pants, and he had a long sleeve red shirt. I could see the edge of his yellow, apparently metal belt. He had messy black hair, and looked to be about a couple inches taller than me. I suddenly realized who I was looking at.
Then a huge chunk of the ground in front of the boy I now knew was
Robin, my superhero obsession, lowered, creating a slanted path into a hallway that led straight into the mountain.
"Holy shit!" I shouted. Robin turned around, his eyes widening when he saw me.
And that's when the world went black.