This is the final chapter, and yes, sadly someone dies. .
The song 'This Is Your Life' is not mine but Switchfoot's song. Hope you all enjoyed this story, hopefully my next one will be up soon. :-D
"Hey dad." He hissed glaring down at Bruce.
Bruce's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Why-"
Dawson pressed the blade against Bruce's exposed skin, the edge bit into his flesh drawing several beads of blood, "Shh," He glanced up at Nightwing inching towards him, "You move and I will kill him." He growled pressing the blade in a little more.
"You're crazy!" Nightwing shouted his eyes growing wide, he had to think of something and fast.
Logan pushed off against the wall and exited the room in a huff, Jennifer glanced at Luke and Nikki her eyes widening at the sound of a motorcycle revving to life. All three of them scrambled out of the room, and caught Logan before he even could get his bike out of the garage.
"You can't do this!" Jennifer shouted grabbing Logan's arm.
Logan pulled his arm away, "You saw it! It was right there!" He snarled shoving her away from the bike.
"Logan please!" Jennifer cried as he sped off down the driveway.
Luke grabbed her shoulder as a sob escaped her, "No one could've stopped him." He whispered as she turned around and sobbed into his chest.
"Crazy!?" Dawson screamed, "You think I'm crazy!?" He adjusted his grip on the knife a bit while keeping his knees on Bruce's arms, "I've been havin' crazy dreams since I was three 'cause of you! I had a father who thought I was flippin' crazy half the time 'cause I was talkin' ta myself!" He took in a shuddering breath, "An' ya call me crazy… Yer the ones dressed as a giant bat and…" He sneered at Dick, "Whatever the hell you are."
"You don't want this," Bruce whispered, his arms were becoming numb from lack of blood, "This isn't what you want."
"I wanna watch Superman again tonight!" The small voice shouted, his smile grew into a grin, "Can we watch it again daddy?"
Logan shook his head ridding himself of the memory, "He's not the same little kid…"
He was nearing the old abandoned FOH building that they had kept the dimensional transporter in after… after the massacre. There was a weeks difference between the two dimensions, when the comic books of their dimension came out here it was just happening, he'd be able to make it before… before…
"Just get there." He growled accelerating down the nearly deserted street.
"Don't tell me what I want!" Dawson shouted digging the knife in deeper, Bruce squeezed his eyes shut in pain, "Scared?" Dawson whispered pulling the knife out, fresh blood ran down Bruce's neck and onto the concrete in a slow stream.
"Let him go Dawson!" Nightwing cried, "If you want to kill someone, kill me!" Bruce had done so much for him, he had sacrificed his own life more than once to save his own. He couldn't, no wouldn't, watch Dawson kill the only man he had respect for besides Alfred.
"Dick no!" Bruce rasped his voice coming out gurgly as blood speckled his lips and ran down his chin.
Dawson howled angrily and pulled free his hand holding the knife and plunged it into the chest of the man holding him. Nightwing hissed in pain letting go of Dawson to clutch at his wound.
"I told you!" Dawson screamed kicking Nightwing in the stomach causing him to crumple to the ground.
Dawson turned to Bruce holding the knife before him dripping with blood; he lowered himself to the ground by Bruce's head. Bruce winced finding it difficult to breath as he clutched at his bleeding throat, "Why are you doing this?" He rasped through gritted teeth.
"I'm tired of everyone's lies," Dawson sighed wiping the blade off on his pants, "I'm waiting for this fuckin' nightmare ta end."
Something caught Bruce's eyes, slowly he looked over Dawson's shoulder and grimaced.
"I can't wait ta wake up."
"Then wake up." Logan growled tackling Dawson to the ground before he had a chance to realize what was happening.
The knife flew out of his hand and skid across the ground out of his reach. Not having a weapon didn't stop Dawson from attacking Logan head on.
Logan dodged and block each attack, "Think 'bout what yer doin'!" He gasped taking a step back as he blocked a front kick with his forearm.
"I've though 'bout it fer a long time!" Dawson snarled diving to the ground and reached for the knife.
With Dawson's back turned to him, Logan unsheathed his claws, "Pick it up an' I'll kill ya." He growled.
Dawson grabbed the knife then gasped.
Don't close your eyesThe comic book lay on the ground opened to the last page, a picture of Logan holding Dawson in his arms crying. Luke closed the book and picked it up turning to Jennifer standing in the door with Nikki.
"You okay?" Nikki asked hesitantly chewing on his bottom lip.
Jennifer rubbed her arms, "Maybe it's wrong?" She wiped away a stray tear off her cheek, "Some how I think it's not though. He was upset, angry…" She took a deep breath and turned her back to him and Luke, "I'm going to bed."
"Luke?" Nikki squeaked turning to the older man, "You wouldn't… you wouldn't-"
Luke shook his head, "Not a chance." He whispered wrapping his arms around Nikki.
Logan stepped back sheathing his claws, Dawson jerked forward and he caught him pulling him into his arms.
"Why're you so stubborn?" He whispered trying to ignore the vast amount of blood soaking his arms.
A wry smile washed over Dawson's lips, "I got it from my dad." He whispered back, blood streaming out of his mouth and nose.
"Dick?" He grunted grabbing Nightwing's shoulder.
He groaned softly, "God… it…it hurts…" He gasped holding his chest.
Logan set Dawson down on the ground and wiped his eyes before climbing to his feet, "You two okay?" He asked tearing his eyes away from Dawson to Bruce and Nightwing.
"Dick needs to get to-"
"You both need ta get to a hospital." Logan interrupted just now seeing the shape the two were in.
Bruce climbed to his feet and helped Dick up, he glanced over at Logan as he pushed a button on his belt, "We'll be fine," He cleared his throat, "Will you tell Virginia…" His eyes flickered over to Dawson as he trailed off.
Logan nodded, "Yea, I'll tell 'er." He said watching Bruce help Nightwing into the Batmobile.
"Commissioner Gordon's already on his way with an ambulance." Bruce added grimly.
"How-?" Logan started to say but Bruce was already gone, he frowned looking at Dawson once more as the sounds of sirens pricked his ears.
He couldn't be sure, it might've been the lighting, but he could've sworn he saw Dawson smile before he turned and started for Wayne Manor.
And you had everything to lose.
Fin.
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