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.)
