Disclaimer: I own non of the characters and after this I might not even be
allowed to
play with them again!
Rating: pg warning though this isn't a happy Fic
Summary: Not telling :p You'll see why at the end .
Life and Deaths
One Door.
One Bullet.
One shattered Spine.
One Life.
One Mistake.
^v^
There are many different types of death but for the process of classification they can be divided into two main types physical and emotional. Does that sound cold, clinical? I suppose it could be thought of that way but its just information, and that's all I have left: my only comfort, my one singular use, and my purpose ever since the first of my deaths.
It was a night pretty much like any other, nothing special or sinister. Lightning never sliced through the sky like some silver sword, there was no deep thick mist in which you cannot see your feet, no pounding rain, no ominous shadows, no ravens no unearthly quiet. It was a warm evening, crickets could be heard chirping and the stars shone like sequins on the ebony cloak of the sky.
I had been visiting my Dad when it happened a knock on the door, being nearest the door I stood to open it, never bothering to look through the spy hole, I mean who does? Opening the door wide he stood there, a thing of nightmare, Bleached bone skin, green mould hair, demonic smile. I could taste my shock at seeing him, acrid, burning, rotten. Feel his enjoyment as he pulled the trigger, insane, twisted, sharp. Hear his laughter as is ruptured my eardrums. See his excitement as he repositioned my prone form abusing my moment when I would surrender my life. It wouldn't make him laugh but his moving me trapped vital arteries preventing my bleeding to death, his perversion saving me, funny huh?
One mistake, One death, The death of innocence.
^v^
Weeks Later in the hospital I had finally come around, my extended family surrounding me showing their concern, their love. Studying their faces showing a plethora of emotions not one of them seeing the funny side, after years of patrolling with Batman, escaping innumerable death traps yet I get nailed opening a front door, ironic or what, I guess its true most accidents do occur at home. Holding my Dads hand I catch a glimpse of my Love's Father. Both he and my Dad have similar expressions of anger and guilt. I could almost se the identical thoughts running through their heads, The Batman, The Commissioner of Gotham, the number of times they had apprehended him, the chances they had to stop him for good, the guilt over not being able to protect me. I offer them a smile I would say don't blame yourselves but it would do no good, in some ways they are so alike both assuming the guilt neither being able to forgive themselves no matter if I don't even blame them.
Dr. Leslie walks in smiling to see I'm awake, I can see the concern on her face, the apprehension, the sorrow, the guilt as she drops the bombshell. In shock I smile and joke about how I will be able to catch up on my beauty sleep at last. Unable to take the looks of pity on my families face I feign sleep as the news of my second death hits me. No more flying, no more freedom of the rooftops, no more independence, no more helping others. I sink into unconsciousness and despair, the life I had trained and worked for over,
The death of Hope.
^v^
The owner of my heart arrived today, sitting next to me telling me how sorry they are, how they should have been here, how they wish they could take my place. I can see the guilt on their face and I try to get through to them to tell her its not their fault and also not to blame Bruce but as I start to open my mouth I can see it in their eyes, the pity. Unable to stand it any more I turn my back and wait for them to go as they leave I hear them whisper
"I still love you."
I do my best to blot out the thoughts in my head. How can they love me? No longer the person they fell in love with no longer exists, killed by a mad mans bullet. The answer is clear shown in their eyes , they don't love me they pity me, making up my mind there and then to except no ones pity I make a decision that kills my heart. My love is there everyday now not leaving me alone, I have told them not to feel obligated because of my condition, I have even lied through my teeth and told them that I don't love them. Now I turn my back and ignore them, my heart killing me with every beat. After weeks of pain they finally get the hint and walk out leaving me alone, my heart forever dead.
The Death of Love
^v^
Finally I am released and after much arguing I move into my own place fully furnished thanks to Wayne Industries. I sit Bruce down and prepare to have one of the hardest conversations in my life. I explain coldly and clinically how he needs a new partner, that my injury and the disappearance of one of Gotham's protectors cannot be linked. He fights and argues but in his heart he knows I'm right and agrees to start looking for a new replacement. Now comes the hard part I tell him I need to find out who I am now and for that I need space, space and time. Reluctantly he agrees and gives me a hug before rising to his feet and telling me to keep in touch.
Its been six months and I now know who I am, I am the information broker for some of the most powerful heroes on the planet.
With this in mind I have died my final death, Dick Grayson is no more, I am Odin the all knowing. He who sacrificed himself on the tree of knowledge, he who was less than whole and yet so much more.
Maybe the Joker knew what he was doing when he was moving me around, maybe he wanted me to suffer all these deaths, maybe that was the joke, and if so I guess the joke is on me.
The Death of Deaths
end
play with them again!
Rating: pg warning though this isn't a happy Fic
Summary: Not telling :p You'll see why at the end .
Life and Deaths
One Door.
One Bullet.
One shattered Spine.
One Life.
One Mistake.
^v^
There are many different types of death but for the process of classification they can be divided into two main types physical and emotional. Does that sound cold, clinical? I suppose it could be thought of that way but its just information, and that's all I have left: my only comfort, my one singular use, and my purpose ever since the first of my deaths.
It was a night pretty much like any other, nothing special or sinister. Lightning never sliced through the sky like some silver sword, there was no deep thick mist in which you cannot see your feet, no pounding rain, no ominous shadows, no ravens no unearthly quiet. It was a warm evening, crickets could be heard chirping and the stars shone like sequins on the ebony cloak of the sky.
I had been visiting my Dad when it happened a knock on the door, being nearest the door I stood to open it, never bothering to look through the spy hole, I mean who does? Opening the door wide he stood there, a thing of nightmare, Bleached bone skin, green mould hair, demonic smile. I could taste my shock at seeing him, acrid, burning, rotten. Feel his enjoyment as he pulled the trigger, insane, twisted, sharp. Hear his laughter as is ruptured my eardrums. See his excitement as he repositioned my prone form abusing my moment when I would surrender my life. It wouldn't make him laugh but his moving me trapped vital arteries preventing my bleeding to death, his perversion saving me, funny huh?
One mistake, One death, The death of innocence.
^v^
Weeks Later in the hospital I had finally come around, my extended family surrounding me showing their concern, their love. Studying their faces showing a plethora of emotions not one of them seeing the funny side, after years of patrolling with Batman, escaping innumerable death traps yet I get nailed opening a front door, ironic or what, I guess its true most accidents do occur at home. Holding my Dads hand I catch a glimpse of my Love's Father. Both he and my Dad have similar expressions of anger and guilt. I could almost se the identical thoughts running through their heads, The Batman, The Commissioner of Gotham, the number of times they had apprehended him, the chances they had to stop him for good, the guilt over not being able to protect me. I offer them a smile I would say don't blame yourselves but it would do no good, in some ways they are so alike both assuming the guilt neither being able to forgive themselves no matter if I don't even blame them.
Dr. Leslie walks in smiling to see I'm awake, I can see the concern on her face, the apprehension, the sorrow, the guilt as she drops the bombshell. In shock I smile and joke about how I will be able to catch up on my beauty sleep at last. Unable to take the looks of pity on my families face I feign sleep as the news of my second death hits me. No more flying, no more freedom of the rooftops, no more independence, no more helping others. I sink into unconsciousness and despair, the life I had trained and worked for over,
The death of Hope.
^v^
The owner of my heart arrived today, sitting next to me telling me how sorry they are, how they should have been here, how they wish they could take my place. I can see the guilt on their face and I try to get through to them to tell her its not their fault and also not to blame Bruce but as I start to open my mouth I can see it in their eyes, the pity. Unable to stand it any more I turn my back and wait for them to go as they leave I hear them whisper
"I still love you."
I do my best to blot out the thoughts in my head. How can they love me? No longer the person they fell in love with no longer exists, killed by a mad mans bullet. The answer is clear shown in their eyes , they don't love me they pity me, making up my mind there and then to except no ones pity I make a decision that kills my heart. My love is there everyday now not leaving me alone, I have told them not to feel obligated because of my condition, I have even lied through my teeth and told them that I don't love them. Now I turn my back and ignore them, my heart killing me with every beat. After weeks of pain they finally get the hint and walk out leaving me alone, my heart forever dead.
The Death of Love
^v^
Finally I am released and after much arguing I move into my own place fully furnished thanks to Wayne Industries. I sit Bruce down and prepare to have one of the hardest conversations in my life. I explain coldly and clinically how he needs a new partner, that my injury and the disappearance of one of Gotham's protectors cannot be linked. He fights and argues but in his heart he knows I'm right and agrees to start looking for a new replacement. Now comes the hard part I tell him I need to find out who I am now and for that I need space, space and time. Reluctantly he agrees and gives me a hug before rising to his feet and telling me to keep in touch.
Its been six months and I now know who I am, I am the information broker for some of the most powerful heroes on the planet.
With this in mind I have died my final death, Dick Grayson is no more, I am Odin the all knowing. He who sacrificed himself on the tree of knowledge, he who was less than whole and yet so much more.
Maybe the Joker knew what he was doing when he was moving me around, maybe he wanted me to suffer all these deaths, maybe that was the joke, and if so I guess the joke is on me.
The Death of Deaths
end