Broken Wings
By
Angelina
Chapter 2: Broken
Superboy landed ten feet away from Robin, making a sizable crater that displaced the young boy's body. He quickly dropped to his knees beside the still form. Robin was mangled; every part of him looked broken. Blood dripped from his nose, mouth, and ears. Behind the mask Robin's eyes were open, open but unseeing. Superboy reached out a shaking hand and gently pried of the mask only to be greeted by two innocent glossy blue eyes. The eyes enraged Superboy even more.
He didn't want to believe that he was dead; he didn't want to acknowledge that he was gone.
But he could hear no heartbeat, nor the familiar sound of Robin's steady breathing. The only sound that greeted him was that of the wind and of Robin's blood slowly dripping from his limp body. The wind sounded mournful in Superboy's ears; as if it was lamenting the life of the bird it could not help to fly.
Superboy sat in a daze for several minutes, the cooling body of Robin still clutched in his arms, before he was able to fully process what had happened. Robin was gone, forever. The thought hit him harder than any physical force ever had before. Superboy let out another roar and started sobbing, crying like a small child. And, as if on cue, the heaven's opened up and rain poured onto the two, watching away the crimson blood of the little Robin.
Superboy didn't know how long he knelt there crying over Robin's body. He didn't notice when the rest of the team arrived. He didn't notice M'gann's loud wailing or when Kid Flash collapsed to his knees before him. He didn't notice when Aqualad began singing an Atlantean lamentation or when Artemis finally broke down. All he was aware of was the lifeless body that he held in his grasp. Tears cascaded down his cheeks to mingle with the rain that soaked them all.
Superboy barely registered when Batman arrived, he tightened his grip on the limp form when the man tried to pry his hands away from his son. He only relinquished Robin's body to the older vigilante when Batman gave him the patented DaddyBats-Glare. As soon as Robin left his arms the clone curled into a ball. Cadmus had taught him about death, but he had never before experienced it and he never wanted to experience it ever again.
Batman was in stoic denial as he hoisted his son into his arms. The boy's head lulled limply to the side exposing a pallid cheek and open blue eyes. Batman choked back tears as he reached out to shut the big blue eyes for the last time. Batman clutched his son closer to his chest and turned to leave, ignoring the young teens that were now sobbing together in a group. As Batman set Robin down in the back seat of the Batmobile something fell out of his limp hand. Batman bent down and picked it up, it was a small rubber bat. The Masked Manhunter reached into the back of his utility belt and took out a small rubber robin. The set had been a gift from Dick on his first Father's Day with Bruce. Batman let a single tear fall from his masked eyes as he stuffed both birds back into his utility belt. His Robin would never fly again; the little bird's wings were broken.
A/N Chapter three is almost done. Until then, please review