i. dick grayson

it all starts with

falling.

horrible, horrible falling.

screaming and falling,

and falling and screaming.

then splat.

.

dead.

.

you can't

even comprehend.

it's a blur,

a rush of black, black, black,

and red.

.

so much red.

.

then it's not.

suddenly everything

stops

and you don't feel anything.

nOtHiNg.

you are just

numb.

.

Your tears,

they fall,

but much like the colours,

it blends to

black and grey and white and nothing.

.

you are richard grayson

.

(robin may have been a term of endearment; after that dreadful day, it becomes a city's hope.)