Hey, sorry I haven't been around lately. School has me swamped. But, I had time to put this up. Now, it's in Justice League because it involves quite a bit of the League in later chapters.
Thanks for sticking around.
It had been winter; the Joker was loose somewhere in Gotham, and it made Batman get on edge.
On top of that, it was also raining.
Excellent.
He pulled his cape tighter around himself on impulse, though he couldn't feel the cold through the Kevlar in his suit, as thunder rumbled through the dark clouds hovering menacingly over Gotham.
This was doing wonders for his mood.
He ran across the rooftops, searching for any signs of trouble.
Then, a streak of red caught his eye as it slipped into the storm drain.
He turned in the night vision in his cowl and peered into the alley.
The blood, because that was what he guessed it was, was coming out from a tipped dumpster.
Curious, Batman leapt down and looked into the dumpster.
Inside was a dark haired boy, barely four years old, curled up under a bloodied coat that was much too large for him.
There were several wounds on his small, fragile body. He was in pain, and was dying.
Batman's heart clenched as his eyes narrowed. He knelt down in front of the boy and gently stroked his cheek.
"Wha…do you…" the boy rasped, his large blue eyes glazed over with agony.
Batman pressed a finger to the boy's lips.
"Don't talk," he murmured. "I'll take you somewhere you can get help."
The boy looked confused for a moment before rasping out "…hurts…sticky…white…"
Batman realised with a gasp the child had been raped and stabbed, left for dead by the bastard who did this.
And then, in a surge of the moment decision, he scooped the child up and ran to the Batmobile, all the while crooning to him in a soft voice.
"I gotcha, Bub, don't worry, you'll be safe."
The boy stared up at him, a small, heart melting smile on his face.
"Thanks…mister…" he whimpered, before blacking out from the pain.
Alfred's normally calm grey eyes widened as his ward climbed out of the Batmobile, cradling a child to his chest.
Blood and, what looked to be…semen coated the black armour of the Bat-suit.
"He's been stabbed, and raped," Bruce croaked, pulling back the cowl and staring into Alfred's eyes.
Alfred saw the fear in Bruce's eyes, and self-resentment. He hadn't seen that look in the young hero's eyes since he failed to save the Grayson Family. Their eight year old son killed himself before Bruce could help him.
Bruce carried him to the infirmary and cut away the boy's clothes, which were nothing more than rags, and tossed them into the trash.
"This may take some time, Master Bruce," Alfred said worriedly, studying the child's injuries.
"But he looks to be in excellent shape, probably would have fought this bastard till he didn't have the energy." He gave the billionaire a pointed look, "adrenaline can only get you so far, sir."
Bruce shot the butler a vicious glare.
"I won't let another child die, Alfred," He snarled, "I already failed to give one a second chance, I won't let another slip through my grasp!"
Alfred placed a hand on his Ward's shoulder, surprised to feel it shaking as he cried dryly.
"Get some rest, Master Bruce," he murmured, "I'll take good care of the boy. I swear to you, I'll care for him like I cared for you."
Bruce swallowed and took a deep breath.
"I have to go to the Watchtower, apparently Flash poured soda on the monitor womb controls, and now the whole station is going nuts."
He went to change out of the bloodied suit, the whir of the teleporter beam told Alfred his ward was gone, and he turned his gaze to the wheezing boy on the table.
He gripped his small hand and murmured "Hold on, little one, I don't think Master Bruce can take losing another young life to the scum of Gotham."
Alright! DONE! Now this has been sitting on my bookshelf since about a week after my last update, and I only just picked it up because we're moving.
Okay, now all you peoples out there, I want you to do something for me.
Type, into google, Lillian Silvermoon. That is my blog, which I will update when I remember. It has rants and stories on there. So, check it out, and seeya!
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