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Wayne Manor
April 1st, 2012
12:53 A.M.
Bruce didn't even notice Zucco leave he was to concentrated on his son. "Dick," what was he supposed to say to him here he was the Batman and he couldn't save his own son, "your going to be okay." He tried to keep his voice calm for Dick.
"Bruce, don't lie to me I know I'm not going to be okay." Dick's voice got weaker with every word he said as his blood started to stain the carpet.
At those words Bruce lost control, "No Dick! You're going to be just fine." He saw the look on his son's face and knew he need to stay calm. "Give me two minutes to call 911 and than we'll get you to the hospital, okay Dickie just hang on for me okay," he said as soft and calm as he could. He had moved Dick's head on his lap while his right hand applied pressure on the wound his left hand moved some of Dick's bangs out of his face, as he smiled down at his son.
"Okay Bruce. Just don't leave me."
"I'd never leave you Dickie." The thought that Dick thought he would ever leave him hurt Bruce as he looked down on his son's face to see all the pain his boy was going though.
Bruce stopped moving Dick's hair and grabbed his phone, and dialed 911 as fast as humanly possible, all the while he never took his eyes off Dick. The phone ran once... twice...three no it was cut of by a woman's voice "Hello, 911 what's your emergency?"
"My son was stabbed in the stomach." Bruce was still trying to stay calm for Dick, as he continued to apply pressure to his wound, his eyes never braking contacted with Dick's. But for Dick the moment the word 'son' left his father figure's mouth his heart skipped a beat. Sure he saw Bruce as his father, but Bruce only called him son when he was severely injured, a way of letting him know how he felt about Dick and every time he did it made Dick smile.
"Alright Sir, an ambulance and police are on their way to your location now stay calm keep pressure on the wound and keep talking to him make sure he stays awake," and with that the lady hanged up.
But this was all repeat information to Bruce. He knew how important it was to keep Dick awake, so he put his phone away and turned to his son. Now Bruce was caught off guard, he expected a frown or a pained filled expression on his son's face, but instead there was a breath taking smile.
"Dick, why are you smiling?"
"Because Bruce you called me your son you haven't done that since Joker almost killed me two months ago." Hearing those words come from his son's mouth was almost to much for Bruce. 'Have I really not called him son for that long, is it a good thing that it brings a smile to his face, should I ask him now?' At that single thought, Bruce himself started to smile in light of recent events he had neglected to ask Dick his question. Well can you blame, him he did come home to a break in.
"Dick there is something I need to ask you."
"What Bruce?" truly Dick was puzzled 'what could Bruce possible want to ask me at a time like this.' That's what he would have thought but he was getting too tired and he knew that was not a good sign. But for now he would focus on his father figure's voice.
"Dick I-" but Bruce was cut of by the parametics arriving.
"Oh my gosh! we need to get him to the hospital now!" It was the first time that Bruce had taken his eyes off Richard sense the incident and he hated and loved the paramedic for interrupting. He hated her because she had stopped him from asking Dick to be his son, he loved her because it meant that Dick would soon be at the hospital getting better, which was a good thing seeing as with every second that goes by the once life filled sea blue eyes of Richard John Grayson were dimming and inching shut. Bruce had also noticed that his son's breathing had become more and more heavy as it became harder and harder for Dick to breath.
Bruce wasted no time picking Dick up bridal style which in doing so made him final see how big the wound really was and see the huge puddle of crimson red blood staining the snow white carpet. He also noticed how much paler Dick was. He must have gotten use to the color since he watched it drain from his face. But now looking at Dick fully, the color of his skin had flushed dramatically, especially when compared to the bright green hoodie and black jacket.
He, as gently as humanly possible, picked his son up and cared him down stairs to the ambulance, he saw that Alfred now awake was talking to some cops while desperately trying to reach them. Bruce made his way over all the tossed over furniture and broken vases and nick-nacks to the drive way as fast as he possibly could.
When he got there, a brown haired male paramedic attempted to remove Dick from Bruce's arms, but the moment he did Bruce brought Dick as close as he could. Luckily the paramedic didn't fight Bruce on this one. He gently stepped out of the way and pointed to the gurney in the ambulance.
Bruce gently laid his son down as the paramedics strapped him in. The light in Dick's eyes was fading when his small hand reached out to Bruce's larger ones. Bruce saw this and immediately grasped his son's hand and sat next to the gurney. He leaned down so he was right next the Dick's ear and whispered in a voice only Dick could hear "Rămâi puternic pasărea mea mica fiecare lucru va fi bine. Te iubesc." (Stay strong my little bird everything will be just fine. I love you)
"Voi încerca Tati, eu te iubesc." (I will try Daddy, I love you too) That was the last thing Dick was able to say before a oxygen mask was place over his mouth. And his big, blue eyes shut, but this time they didn't open back up.
"Dick." Bruce said in the same whispered voice, but his son didn't wake. "Dick." he tried again a little louder but his son still didn't wake. By this time, the paramedics were starting to move as the ambulance started to drive to the hospital, but they hadn't notice Dick's eyes close. "Richard!" Bruce yell to his unresponsive son. The paramedics came to Dick and Bruce's sides trying to calm Bruce and treat Dick.
The ride to the hospital was agonizing for Bruce. He felt completely helpless after Dick's eyes closed all he could do is watch the paramedics move around his son trying to help him, while all the while Bruce kept a strong hold on Dick's hand. Fifteen long heart retching minuets later they were at the hospital.
