Of a fight and blackness.

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A flip, a kick, a punch.

Robin flew, his movements as precise as his parents had taught him, his light body dancing instead of fighting.

His team was dispersed around the room, he was alone against one of Gotham maddest criminal mastermind, the man he so confronted in his day-to-day life, sometimes in his nightmares.
The Joker.
But he wasn't scared, and his expression didn't changed; he was calm, he had to be calm. There was no Batman, his utility belt lost since the begining of the fight, his partners facing their own battles, though not as stressing as his.

"Not a little afraid?" he was asked, a laugh hanging from those few words, a disguised shiver running up his backbone.

"I'm so sorry to disapoint you, Your Jester." he gave as a response, another flip in the air, another stitch in his muscles.

"Dear, dear, you are surely more fun than that stony bat." the man smiled amused, insanity flowing from his grimace.

"Always a pleasure, Joker, always." Robin continued, trying to buy time, as he was slowly running out of it.

He had a painful crippling, a sharp and deep stab right under his ribcage, being not the best of places, hurting like a beating hell. His head also smoldering, he supposed thanks to the blood loss.

"Already tired, Bird boy?"

And he just grinned, pushing his own problems aside, thinking of everyone who would suffer if he, his Team, didn't finish the mision. Deaths. Not asterous at all.

"Me? Perhaps you should buy a pair of glasses old man. Don't see who you are talking to?" and he laughed openly, catching the incredulous look on Kid Flash's face, a few centemetres at his left, hearing their conversation while fighting.

"Young people these days don't know how to treat their olders... I see a huge crimson stain on your costume, should it be there Birdie?" the clown asked comically.

His covered eyes fixed on his injury spot.

"Shit." any trace of fun leaving his voice. He stopped moving, his reflexes slowing down, his already dispersed mind focusing on the gross amount of blood. Each second was unbearable, he was exhausted.

"Why so serious? And here me thinking you weren't a softie."

Robin looked up, his averse less than a few inches near him. They were face to face, the madman's scent intoxicating his nostrils, one taint of powder and burned plastic. Those whacky eyes burning into his skull, feeling defecenless, as if that gaze could penetrate and discover his blue ones.

He jumped backwards, panting, feeling trapped. Lacking oxygen, space.

His whole body being numb, his skin covered by sweat.

"Why wouldn't I? You should work some more on your jokes, Funny face." he managed to say, a smile playing on his lips, trying to diverse his attention, to fight the pain.

Robin put his left hand over the stab, trying to support in some way the heaviness he was feeling. The man laughed insanely, his parters' eyes shot in their direction.

"Bird boy, you should work a little more on your lies." And then the clown dissapeared.

A world of darkness cornered him, and he knew no more.

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Senseless stuff is awesome! I was just... don't you guys love when your fingers move and write alone?
Robin is such a wonderful character, I love his calm, playfull-joyfull, interesting personality, and he and his life story is very entertaining too... And what can I say about the Joker? He's my favorite villain, he's completly insane.
I want to add that I've never wrote a "fight" scene before, not even in Spanish xD This is my first one, so be kind with your comments!
Any grammar/spelling mistake, feel free to point out... but please don't be harsh xD

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Kisses from your Dear Writer,

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Hana-Liatris