Before the Plans
#34
Fire raged around him. In the back of his mind, he recognized the danger he was in, but he couldn't focus on that through the pain.
Heat pounded him. He struggled to pull his fireproof cape over himself. It wasn't an easy job with a knife in his gut.
The building was falling apart. Rafters slammed against the ground as the fire burned through them. He was lucky that he hadn't been crushed.
Smoke hazed his vision. He could barely breathe. He watched as the fire consumed everything around him, growing closer. It was always growing closer.
A tear rolled down his face. Where was Batman? He was supposed to protect him. Right now was the worst time to neglect your duties as a parent.
He pulled out a few ice pellets, throwing them towards the flames. He had hoped to crawl out of the building, but the fire had destroyed the floor beneath him.
Coughing wracked through his small body. The knife twisted with every breath. He didn't know which would kill him faster, the wound or the fire.
A crash was heard as Batman, with Aquaman, broke down the wall. Aquaman called up a whale to spray water on the fire, extinguishing it. Batman carefully made his way across the room to the little Robin, who was almost dead.
A cruel knife had penetrated his body, and burns covered his skin. He wouldn't survive much longer.
Batman rushed Robin to the hospital. He barely made it in time for them to save him.
On the outside, Batman was calm and collected. Internally, he was a wreck. He should have been there to save Robin, to keep him from harm. What bothered him more was the fact the fire could have easily killed him before the knife wound.
He needed to come up with a plan of some sort, in case something like this happened again. It was the only way he could be certain that his baby bird stayed safe.
Yikes, this one turned out shorter than I thought it would. Hope you like it, though.
-Shadow