Yeah, I know, I should be updating for the Demon's Head...I'm working on it! xD Just a small break. I'm not exactly sure where this came from, but I went to the local Comic-Con yesterday and some of the art and comic covers were...inspiring? I guess. :P But yeah, I got lots of goodies! xD
Enjoy ~
Breath
Robin drew a ragged one in, despite the arm wrapped tightly around his chest, pinning his arms to the side.
Cold
The cold steel of the handgun made his temple tingle. It made his headache worse which elicited a groan from his small mouth as his head lulled slightly in the man's grasp.
Speak
There were voices around. Familiar Voices. One was level-headed, bitter and...slightly frightened? Batman. The other was anxious, fidgety and worried. Nightwing. The one binding him was hot-headed, angry...and sad? The Red Hood.
Batman spoke. "Jason, you don't need to do this."
Argue
Robin eyed Nightwing as he lowered the escrima sticks from his back, poised and at the ready, ever agile, witty, and everything Robin wanted to be. Jason's voice boomed in his ear, making his head feel all fuzzy again as he resisted the urge to pass out.
"I think I do Bruce. You think it's ok to just let the clown walk after what he did, much less get some other little kid that just worships the ground you walk on to be your little errand boy."
Batman's face softened. "Jason, it was never-"
He scoffed. "Save it, just how long do you think it's gonna be until the Joker comes for him to? I'm doing the kid a favor."
Nightwing grit his teeth. "How? Blowing his brains out?"
Justification
Jason pursed his lips. "Better a bullet to the head now, then hours of beating and the getting blown up by a clown, thinking someone's going to come save you."
"Isn't that right, Bruce?" He hissed out.
Fight
Words had been spoken, yet the boy remained held fast by a gun poised to his temple.
A gloved finger found its way to the trigger. Robin saw a flash of blue, black, and grey spring in front of his line of vision.
Bang.