So, yeah. Listen to the song Hymn of the missing for extra effect. I even cried, and it's MY story! XD
A searing pain laced it's way through my stomach like I had just been set on fire, and I cried out in agony, falling to my green-clad knees, tears threatening to fall, but I wouldn't cry. Not in front of this man. At all. I ground my teeth together as he kicked me off to the side with a laugh of childish glee, and growled, standing, using the wall as a support, my gloved hand leaving streaks of crissmon in it's wake. I couldn't die. Not until they were safe. I wouldn't let them get hurt, even if I died in the process. And at this point, I would.
Running forward, ignoring the searing pain that laced through every fiber of my body like hot coals, pushing blood onto my uniform that I had fought in for so many years, I built up speed, and sent a flying kick at the Jokers head. He fell, growling like a rabid dog, and I landed on my feet, skidding backwards, trying to keep my balance, pulling out a few explosives in the process. I threw them, and all the others took cover as Joker faced me, and the bombs went off, blowing him to bits, the last look on his face being a look of pure hatred.
Pieces of flesh and blood hit me,gore landing on anything else that it seemed wasn't bloody enough, and I fell, wheezing. Take out the Joker. Save the civilians. Keep the team safe. I struggled to breathe, and coughed, noticing that blood sprayed everywhere. I wouldn't last long, but I pulled myself to my feet, limping towards the team, who looked my way, their eyes widening in shock, horror, anger, fear, and overwhelming sadness.
Wally ran and caught me as I tripped on an arm, Jokers arm, soaked in his own blood, and laid me softly on the ground, tears streaming down his face like a river, which looked comical despite the situation. I would have laughed my ass off otherwise.
"Dude, stay with us, and we'll..." I silenced him, and spoke, my voice raspy, but still loud and firm.
"This is my last fight, Walls. I won't make it. Just promise to stay whelmed." I smiled a bit at my word-play, but KF's face contorted in anger and fear.
"No, damnit! You WILL make it, Rob. I fucking promise that.!" With that said, I was scooped up bridal style, and wind whipped my face as KF sped towards the hospital, his tears falling faster, his breaths coming out in pants, a slight limp to his step that only I could notice. As blackness started to tear at my vision, we burst into the emergency room, everyone noticing, and doctor's dropping what they were doing at the moment at the sight of my body impaled on a large blade, bulletholes throughout my body.
They rushed me into surgery, and I smiled at Wally, sadly, and in farewell.
"Goodbye, friend. Tell Bats that we completed the mission..." And with those dying words, I coughed, and let the comforting darkness take me, knowing that I wouldn't awake again to the smiling face of Albert telling me that I had to get ready for school, or Bruce's announcement of a training session or field assignment. Wally's laugh as I grumbled at him on the weekends, when there were no missions, and no assignments due on Monday. I would miss it, but it was my time. I had completed my mission, and I went down like a hero, and not like a villain. i had served my purpose, and would finally see my mom and dad again.
I was finally at peace.
I am SOOO sorry about this. I HAD to get it out of my head, before it drove me mad. XD
Lol, lot's of detail... maybe. Good grammar, most likely... NOT. A good effort? No. A sad song to accompany the idea? Hell yeah! Hymn of the missing. That's the song name. It just popped into my head.
R&R if you'd like more one-shots like this.
