All right. Last chapter right here. It's so sad. This was my favorite story. I can't believe it's over. Boo hoo! Anyway, (excuse my pity party) I can't believe I'm up to 92 reviews on this! I hope I get to 100 after this chapter.
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Bruce Wayne arrived back home almost immediately after. When he looked around his house, he gasped and was horrorstricken to find so many dead bodies.
Kori had done it. She had managed to shoot Richard. Then, she aimed the gun at her head, but her aim was thrown off because she heard Bruce. So the shot went in another direction, but still hit her.
But then, Bruce entered the small room off the main room. He called Alfred in. He pointed to the young female laying on the ground. He told Alfred to see if she was alive. After he saw Alfred shake his head grimly, he swore under his breath.
His heart stopped when he realized that the young man was Richard, The former Boy wonder. he fell to his knees, and placed his fingers on Richard's wrist. He sighed with happiness when he felt a pulse.
"Master Bruce, this other female is still alive," Alfred said not showing any emotion.
Bruce stood up quickly. He reached for the phone, and quickly dialed 911, hoping the paramedics would arrive soon. (Ooh, who will be the female?)
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2 weeks later
Richard Greyson weakly opened his eyes. As he tried to sit up, he felt a burning sensation in his chest. He looked down, and saw himself in hospital garb. He then remembered everything; Kori's icy voice, Raven's ragged breathes, lying there next to her as he began to bleed.
"Please Mr. Greyson, don't move too much," a voice said from the other end of the room. Richard turned surprised, and saw Alfred sitting there reading the newspaper.
"Alfred? What are you doing here? What happened?" he said looking around the small sterile room.
Alfred dropped the paper. "Well, where should I start? Master Bruce was extremely alarmed when he entered his estates. First, he couldn't understand why the doors were locked. But then, he found all the bodies. After he checked all the rooms, he entered the small room. To his surprise, he should find you, on the ground unconscious, with a bullet lodged in your chest. I checked the two young girls next to you, and unfortunately, one was dead. The other lay in a coma in the other room. I believe it was the murderer that lived. We found the pistol in her hand. I'm sorry about the other girl, Richard. I know you had loved her before," Alfred before he stood up. He quietly stepped out, knowing that Richard would be upset.
Richard heart jumped into his throat. The murderer- Kori, had lived? That meant…Raven died.
Richard felt a lump form in his throat, as he felt his eyes begin to burn. He tried to stop the tears from flowing, but they just leaked out. And before he knew it, Nightwing, the next Batman as they called him in Gotham city, began to sob.
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Richard had wanted to see the girl in the coma, so he could proclaim his hate to Kori. But the doctors told him he couldn't leave the bed for the next two weeks. So, he sat, and waited.
Finally, the last day was over, and he was finally able to leave his room, and go home. He slowly got dressed that day. Then he walked out, and saw Bruce. Walking up, he shook hands. "Good to see you feeling better, Richard."
Richard gave him a small smile. "Where's the other girl that you found on your property? The one that lived?"
Bruce looked confused, but then it cleared up. "Oh! You mean the murderer? She's in grave condition, in the other room. She has been in pain for over a month. We're happy that she's suffering. If she makes it out of the coma, which they don't think she will, she'll be arrested, and likely sentenced to life in jail. Would you like to see her?"
Richard nodded. He was happy Kori was in pain. She deserved it. Richard looked solemnly at his feet as he walked. He just couldn't get it out of his mind that she was gone. He hadn't been able to save her. It was his fault. Kori was right.
"I'm- I'm so sorry about Kori. I knew you loved her so much," Bruce said after he cleared his throat.
Richard nodded.
"She didn't deserve to die."
Richard kept walking, but then he froze. "What did you just say?"
Bruce looked at him strangely. "I said she didn't deserve to die. Why?"
"I thought Kori was in pain in a coma. Kori was the murderer," Richard said.
"Kori was found lying dead next to you, with one arm draped across you, looking as if she was trying to protect you. The other girl was found in a chair, with the revolver in her hand."
"That means Raven's alive. Raven's not the murderer, Kori was," Richard said, as he felt himself begin to realize it.
"That girl was Raven? Kori tried to kill you?" Bruce said.
"I'll explain it all later. I just need to see her," Richard said, trying not to get to excited. But then he remembered. Bruce had said she was in extreme pain. She was suffering, and she had been, for the past month.
"She's down the hall," Bruce said.
Richard then walked quickly to where Bruce had pointed. He opened the door slowly, mentally preparing himself for what he as going to see. He took a deep breath, and was about to let it out, but stopped when he saw her.
She looked extremely weak on the bed. She was pale, and very thin, even thinner then she had been when she was a teen. He walked over to her. He pulled up a chair, and sat down. He gently moved a stray piece of hair off of her face. He grabbed her hand, which was icy.
He wanted to talk to her, hoping she'd hear him, and wake up, but he couldn't. He knew he'd cry again if he tried. So he sat there for a while, trying to get himself ready.
About an hour and a half later, he finally thought he was ready. He took a deep breath again. "Raven? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done any of this. If I hadn't showed my true feelings for you, Kori never would have figured them out. God, why have I done this? This is all my fault. I know that you will always hate me, even if you don't make it out. I just want to let you know- that I'm sorry," Richard said as he felt a lone tear trickle down his cheek.
He quickly dropped her hand. He pushed the chair to the side. He then pulled the door open, and stormed out. He headed to the men's rooms, and washed his face with cold water. He then wiped it of. He looked at the mirror.
He honestly didn't know who he was anymore. He was crying, he was letting his feelings for a woman get in the way of his job of protecting people. He scowled, and then walked out.
He then walked into Raven's room for the last time. He grabbed her hand once again. "Raven, this is the last time you'll ever hear from me. I'm sorry I have to do this to you, because I know you love me, but I have to. It'll be the best for the both of us. I'm leaving. You'll no longer be able to find me. I will no longer be associated with the name Bruce Wayne. Good-bye," he said before he dropped her hand like it was something vile, and quickly walked out. He pushed through the door of Gotham City hospital, and into the streets.
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6 months later
Richard Greyson sat in his apartment in Jump city. Watching the news, he was surprised when he saw his former picture on the news. They were still looking for Nightwing, who had last been seen in the hospital. Richard sighed. After he left, he chopped his hair to what it had looked like when he was 14. That way, no one would recognize him as Nightwing. He moved to Jump city, knowing that people would never think he'd return top the city.
He missed everything. He missed his job, Nightwing, Bruce, his apartment, and especially Raven. He never found out if she had made it out.
Suddenly, a loud pounding came from the door. Richard was quickly pulled from his thoughts. He slowly sauntered over to the door. He undid the latch, without bothering to look in the eyehole. But he wouldn't be prepared for what he was about to see.
He opened the door lazily, but then quickly froze. "Richard," a voice said forcefully.
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Oh boy! Well, that's the end of Remember. Yes, I know that's a strange spot to end. But, don't fear, for a sequel will follow from this spot. Who will it be at the door? Bruce? Raven? Kori, back form the dead? The pizza man? Anyway, whoever is my 100th reviewer will have the sequel dedicated to them. So, review away. Peace out!
