Alright well I have a bunch of ideas of what to do with story. This chapter though had me on a bit of a writers' block but I think when I'm done with this chapter and I'm not too busy with schoolwork and track the updates will come. Thanks for the reviews.
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"Bats down! Hehehehehe!" The joker let out his loud, sadistic laugh as the Dark Knight fell to the ground.
Nightwing could honestly say that the entire world around him stopped moving. He didn't care about Penguin, Two-face, the dozen thugs that wanted to beat him to a bloody pulp, or even the fact that Joker was about to escape. Batman, his mentor, the person he viewed as a father figure and to Dick he was his father, was shot and was now lying down on the concrete floor.
Tim was in no better condition than Nightwing. The loud sound of the gunshot was still ringing in his ears, his head still hurt from the crowbar he took to the head, and to top it all off his mentor was shot right in front of him and was now probably in a struggle to stay alive, and there was not a damn thing he could do about it.
The thugs in the warehouse also stopped what they were doing. They knew their mission was to take down the bat and his crew, but none of them for one second thought they were going to succeed. He was the freaking Batman for God sake! And now that they were looking at him lying on the floor with a bullet hole in his stomach, the only thing they guessed they could do was watch.
"Batman!" Nightwing yelled as he ran towards them and came to a frantic stop. Quickly, he kneeled down next to his mentor and took a look at the wound which was spurting out blood. It was right in the upper left of his abdomen, definitely through multiple ribs, and probably a lung.
"Tim apply pressure to the wound!" He turned to Tim who was knelt down on the other side of batman. His facial expression was one of shock and fear like he had just seen a ghost. Dick remembered that face; it was the same expression he had when he watched his parents die right in front of him. He wasn't moving, but his hands were trembling with fear. He was going into shock.
"Tim I need you to focus!" he called out even louder. The boy wonder almost jumped as realization hit him and he looked at Nightwing with wide eyes.
"What? Ri- right," he placed his hands on the wound where the blood was quickly flowing outwards and began to apply pressure.
Nightwing turned his attention whose eyes were wide as he began to cough up blood and began to look off into the distance.
"Hey! Hey! No look at me! Look at me!" Dick began to slowly pat his mentor's cheek to try to get his attention. Batman turned his head and focused his attention on his first partner.
"Well doesn't that look bad." Joker said with sarcastic concerned tone. "Oh Batsy, you just had to go and get yourself shot didn't you? What were you thinking? I mean, you're not Superman!" Joker let out a long, low chuckle.
"Hey! Hey kid! The first boy wonder I'm talking to you!" Joker began to call out to Nightwing. Nightwing meanwhile gritted his teeth in anger as the psychopath tried to distract him. He wanted nothing more than to go up and that rail and beat that twisted, evil, murder worshipping piece of filth into a bloody pulp. But he knew he had to stay at his mentor's side. Saving him was much more important.
"So kid, I guess with the old man out of the way you and I are going to get to know one another a lot more. I think this is a wonderful opportunity to build a relationship between the two of us because I just felt like we should have you know?" He kept on going with his usual hint of playfulness and evil. "Who knows, you and I might become new besties and be even closer than I was with old Batsy over there! Ooo I am so excited just thinking of all the fun things we can do together! I know, I'll go home and make a list of all the things we will do and I'll call you! Umm, what's you're number by the way? I must have lost it!
"Pumpkin! We have to go know!" A girl Nightwing recognized as Harley called from the helicopter that dropped the rope ladder.
"Alright babe I'm coming!" Joker called out as he took hold of the rope. "But first," Joker took out a button from his coat pocket. "Just a little present for new best friend!" Joker pressed the trigger and Nightwing heard a beeping sound from the other side of the room. His eyes grew wide as he saw for the first time the bomb that placed hidden between two crates and was now counting down from thirty.
The rope ladder began to ascend taking Joker with it as he left behind a loud, sickening laugh.
"That crazy son of a bitch!" Two-face shouted as he had just gotten up and laid his eyes upon the bomb. "I knew I should never have agreed to work with that freak!"
"Let's get the hell out of here!" Penguin yelled to his gang as he got up from the floor. Everyone in the ware house broke out towards an exit.
Nightwing lifted up Batman bridal style and began to move towards the nearest exit.
"Tim let's go!" Robin shook his head removing himself from his shock and quickly shot up to follow Nightwing out the building. They continued to run as fast as they could until finally a loud explosion erupted behind them and sent the three of them tumbling to the ground. Not wasting any time, Dick moved to Batman and began to apply pressure to his wound. He could see that his eyes were fading so he yelled at him again.
"Hey! Don't you die on me you hear me! Don't you give up on me!" Bruce's wandering eyes slowly fell on Dick's. His eyes then began to focus on his. "That's it, on me focus on me." Dick tried to keep the panic out of his voice.. He could see the life slipping from his mentor's eyes and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Dick…" Bruce tried to speak. His voice was low and rough.
"Don't talk." Dick quickly replied. "We're going to get you some help." Dick fought back the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. He wasn't going to show any sign of weakness, not in front of Batman, not when he was like this.
"T- Tim?" Bruce ignored Dick's request and tried to speak. Tim's head shot up to look at his mentor. The tears that were streaming down his face were now clearly visible.
"Yeah?" he said as he tried to wipe some of the tears away with his arm.
"My sons," Batman muttered out. This caused both of his protégés to go wide eyed for second.
'He's never said that before.' Dick thought to himself. This only made the tears threaten to flow out of his eyes even more.
"I am proud of both of you. I am proud to be your mentor, and to call you both my sons." Bruce slowly told the both of them. Dick could honestly feel the knife that was cutting through his heart right now. It was the same pain he felt when he lost his parents.
"Don't talk like that! We're going to make it through this!" Dick choked out as a single tear broke free and slowly rolled down his cheek.
"I love you both." With his dying breath, Bruce managed to choke out his last words to his two sons. As his eyes began to drop, Dick heard Tim whisper a single 'no' as he began to yell.
"No! God damn it no! Don't go! Please, don't go!" However, his words had no effect as his mentor remained motionless on the floor, his eyes closed peacefully.
Tim remained kneeled where he was, except now he was leaned over Batman's chest sobbing. He had seen some pretty brutal stuff of course during his tenure as Robin, but never before had he ever watched someone he cared about die right in front of him, until now. He couldn't take it. He was Batman, his mentor, his teacher, his dad. He was supposed to be the strongest person in the world.
Dick was motionless. He didn't move a single muscle. If anyone was watching him, he could've been mistaken for a statue. He just stared down into his mentor's face, not believing he was dead. He was expecting his eyes to open any second now. But that second never came. He was gone and Dick knew it; he just didn't want to accept it.
I know many people probably want to kill me right know for killing Bats, but it is a must for this story.
Anyways thanks for the reviews and I'll try to update as soon as possible. Keep the reviews coming!
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