Well this was the sequel for Night Night Little Bird. I think i might do another one shot, but this one for Dick. Or maybe Tim. Or Bruce. SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP! ALL THIS ANGTS IS KILLING ME! Lol jk, but seriously, i need to stop hurting the bat-boys -_- R&R :)
Disclaimer: No, none of it is mine. If it was, i would hug the poop out of Damian, even if it meant me loosing an arm.
A lot can happen in 5 minutes. You can read an article in five minutes. You can cook a meal in five minutes. You can take a shower in five minutes. You can clean a room in five minutes. Hell, you can run a mile in five minutes. To some, five minutes are meaningless. A waste of time. But to others, five minutes is a lifetime.
He had been five minutes too late. Just a couple of blocks over, he could have made it. If he had known. How could he have known? No one had known. Not until five minutes. Five minutes too long, five minutes too late. Five minutes cost him a brother. Cost Dick and Tim a brother. Cost Bruce a son. Cost the world Robin.
If he had known, he would have ran and possibly saved his brother. He could have saved him. He was too late though. Much like Bruce had been to save him. Jason had promised himself he would never let a kid die on his watch. He had promised it to Roy and Kori. Kori, she would be pissed. As would Roy. Not at him, but at the loss of an innocent life.
How could he not have known? He had heard the gunshots. The cries of pain. The screeching tires as they left the body in the alley. For the rain to clean up the evidence. How could he not have known that a couple of blocks over, in the cold streets of Gotham, his youngest brother, had lain down, shot multiple times, unable to move or speak, under the rain.
The rain had washed all the blood away by the time he had found him. Damian, dressed in his Robin suit, lay deathly pale and pristine on the ground for five minutes. Even in death, the kid had a scowl on his face. He had never gotten the chance to live.
Jason wondered how death must have felt for Damian. Had it been quick and painless? Or like his, full of pain and agony. Waiting for someone to notice that he was there, bleeding to death? How long? How long?! How long had Damian been forced to wait? Wait for the help that never came? Wait for a brother that never cared? Not until know.
Five minutes was all the difference it had made. Five minutes took his little brother. Five minutes took a life. Five minutes was all it took for history to repeat itself. Five minutes was all it took for Jason to realize he cared. But it didn't take Jason five minutes to cry over the loss of his brother. That sure as hell didn't take five minutes.