How did I get him to become like this...? Dick thought softly as he carried the stone-cold, limp body of the boy he had grown to love so much in his arms.

How could I let Joker do this to him?

He swallowed hard, tears springing into his eyes as his gaze traced every wound on Damian's body.

There was so-to-many wounds littered across the small form, blood still leaking profoundly from them and turning his Robin uniform into a darker shade of red.

This is my fault. He did it to save me...sacrificed himself for me. He placed his hand under Damian's jaw.

" Damian...I'm s-sorry...you weren't strong enough..you weren't ready...you were too young." He whispered raggedly.

He half-expected to hear Damian's you're an idiot if you think I'm weak Grayson. But he knew Damian wasn't going to respond. The boy had lost too much blood for his body to keep itself alive. The last words that Dick heard from Damian was;

" Forgive me...father..."

A choked sob wrangled free from Dick's throat as he gently, smoothed Damian's blood-soaked hair.

The kid was as close as any father/son relationship. Maybe even closer than him and Bruce's. It hurt so much, sliced Dick's heart in half as he watched Damian get brutally beaten with a crowbar. It hurt more than any wound to hear the terrified whimper that Damian let out without realizing it as Joker brought the knife out. Hearing the boy scream in agony as Joker lashed a whip upon Damian's back was something beyond words. When he watched Damian slowly close his eyes to the world, Dick felt like dying. He didn't want to live. Now, holding Damian's broken body in his arms, feeling no life underneath his hands, all he managed to whisper was;

" I forgive you Damian...do you forgive me?"


AN: Yeah I know, kinda sucked, but I half-like it. Does that make any sense? Anyways I felt like killing Damian...again.

Review, NICELY. Don't leave reviews saying " Good, Damian deserved to die." NO! He doesn't I just was in the killing mood and...felt like killing him...sorry Dami.