A\N: So, I wrote this during math class (of course). I suppose it can be any Robin any of y'all prefer, so enjoy!
Screams shatter the crystal of silent night
Slicing through the breeze like frozen daggers
Spreading their anguish across the darkness
Somewhere, a little bird is barely clinging to life
The young hero slumps forward
Ropes alone holding the small body upright
His brightly colored uniform is torn and tattered
Deep crimson replaces lemon yellow and midnight black
A face, sickly pale with a bloody mouth, leers at the boy
One gloved hand patting his cheek almost gently
The crowbar reappears, painted red
The clown's fingers wrap around a detonator
Far away, a bat swoops through the city
Flapping his leathery wings in desperation
He finds the warehouse engulfed in dancing flames
His little bird is gone
A\N: My thirst for requests never ends!
~Val
