Red X's Thoughts
"Is little birdie afraid? Hmm, is the little, pathetic, naïve birdie afraid?"
Red X taunted, his voice floating around Robin like a whirlwind. Whirling faster in his head.
Faster
Faster
Faster
Then stop.
"Is little birdie scared too, shameful little birdie?"
Pause. Collect your thoughts Robin. Collect them and leave. Leave now before it gets worse, before I get worse. I SAID LEAVE.
"Is that all you can throw, X? Or are you finally out of witty remarks to throw at me? Huh? Is that it? Has poor, silent, ignorant, innocent X speechless?"
Robin returned his suit blindingly obvious in the pitch black darkness. X stiffened and snarled. His suit clad body tensed and he was itching to throw a shurikun at the idiot bird. Stupid fucking bird.
"Poor X, can't throw anything at me. Poor wittle X, afraid of getting hurt?"
No, not afraid of getting hurt. Not anymore. I've hurt enough for the both of us, birdie. I've hurt all of us birdie, with enough lips and moaning, I think I broke us too.
"Birdie can't seem to collect his thoughts, can he? Poor birdie is locked in a cage, to afraid to peek out and see reality, aren't you, birdie? Little birdie."
Robin growled low in his throat.
Shiver.
No, don't deserve to feel this. He deserves better. I'm no good. No good at all.
Robin flexed his arms, tightened his stomach, as if preparing for an attack. Good birdie, knows his place.
"Birdie, whistle me a tune, won't you birdie? One last tune, sing me of your lovely secrets and those lovely hurts you can't maintain anymore."
Tear. Shred. Tear. On the inside, poor birdie. Was bleeding, crying, dying on the inside.
"Why don't I sing you a ballad, should I include some of your words too, X? Should I include the wonderful sounds you made?
"OH STARFIRE! OH, yessss"
Robin threw himself at X, threw himself and missed awkwardly. Missed obviously. His eyes so easily knew the way X moved, his body graceful in meaning and deathly in intent never moved a muscle. X wanted to die. Knew Robin would never do it.
"Has birdie forgotten the rules? Birdie doesn't remember Gotham very well, does birdie?"
Rule 1- No emotions, emotions are weak
Rule 2- Keep your friends closer than your enemies
Rule 3- Don't have friends
Rule 4- Lust is acceptable
Rule 5- Love isn't
"Gotham was years ago, X, maybe you need to remember yourself before teaching me rules."
Birdie threw down his weapon, just threw it down and left. There was trust. There wasn't. Birdie wanted to die. I wanted to die for killing birdie. Too bad he already killed himself.
Birdie forgot his mask, poor, birdie. Poor, innocent, dirty, fucked up birdie.
I love you too.
Im baaaaaccccck. Suprised, arent ya? Sorry, life has been really just everywhere for me. Excuse i've used before, but life is more important that fanfiction. GASP, i know suprsied me too. So this not my writing style at all, just the way its formatted and everything. It is confusing but that was kind of the point. I had no beta for this, except for good ol' spell check, if you want to tell me mistakes im missing, go ahead. So review please, they make me happy =)
Warmest regards,
TheSlytherinMuggle
"Is little birdie afraid? Hmm, is the little, pathetic, naive birdie afraid?" On the inside, poor birdie. Was bleeding, crying, dying on the inside