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(The reason why the last part of Chapter 5 was rushed will become clear in this chapter)
-\day eighteen 8PM/-
The team was silence. All what was hearable was Wally slowly eating his dinner. Everybody had lost his appetite and even their speedster who was normally eager to have a break to eat was only eating because he had too.
Two times, two freaking times they've had searched the WHOLE city. And not just a city, no, the most dangerous of all and a hell of a big one. They even had a third round to check all the hotspots but that wasn't much of a success. They had entered each school, office, hotel and other places where people were gathered, to have a better look but sometimes they just had to leave without being even sure. But taking more than an hour each building was just too much.
A sudden exclaim of rage and frustrations made everybody look up and give the Atlantean a worried glace. He, Loosing it like it?
The oldest teen shot to his feet shouting. "I can't take this anymore! Where can a thirteen year old kid hide! God! Why can't we find him!" after the short rage the teen fall back into his chair with a thud. "I just can't believe we lost him," Kaldur's voice sounded sad. He missed the little optimist.
"Maybe this is the reason Batman told us not to look for both of them. They're both trained to blend into the society and we could make ourselves go nuts looking for somebody we can't recognize," Wally said while ticking with his fork on the map. "The person we're looking for most likely doesn't exist anymore and is locked up in a memory in one of the many citizen in Gotham, if he even lives in Gotham."
The group sighed. Maybe Kid was right. Maybe the Robin they knew was long gone, replaced by any other random and normal kid. Maybe it was better the boy was left alone. So he could get his life back to normal.
"Let's just return to Mount Justice and ask the League what to do next. Since we lost the one person who took responsibility for us as a team," Artemis said as she rose. "Ready to leave yet, Kid Mouth?"
Wally frowned and quickly ate the last bit of his dinner and rose too. "Read when you are beautiful," the boy said with a taunted smile, causing the girl to growl. Oh, how he liked it to compliment her whenever she was mean, because she only became more angry whenever he did that.
"Okay, enough of you two," Kaldur said as he rose too. "Let's go back and make contact with the Justice League."
The two fighting teens gave each other a last angry glare and fallowed the rest of the group.
Megan just silently snuggled up with her boyfriend, seeking for comfort. She was just so worried about her friend. Superboy wrapped an arm around his girl and whispered a "Everything well be okay, okay?"
"Kid, can you rush to the hotel and cancel our room? I completely forgot and I won't be in time to avoid severance costs," Kaldur asked the speedster.
"Sure thing!" and with that the teen was off, leaving the group of four alone on their trail back to the hidden Zeta Beam entrance.
-\ Day twenty-two Time unknown /-
Dick shot up. Sweat running down his face, just as fast as his tears. He panted as he felt like he was still in shock. His thoughts were blank and all he could do was stare into the nothing as breath kept rushing in and out his lungs.
After a few seconds the realization started to sink in. It was all just a dream. The boy let out a deep sight mixed up with tension and relieve.
Why would he dream such a thing. This hadn't happened before. And today is the day he's going home. He should be happy, not scared near to death.
The sharp sounds of a small metal object being fired by the weapon his mentor hated the most sounded from the other side of the door. The raven-haired boy's eyes widen.
Gunshot! What the hell! He was awake, right?
"Just tell me where the fucking kid is!" a voice sounded from the other end of the door. It was soft but he could hear a man shouted in the distance. "Or do you want to die too!"
"I-I-I-I I d-do-don't kn-kno-o-ow wha-a-at you're t-t-t-talking a-about," a man who sounded like he was in shock, stuttered in an almost inaudible voice.
Again a shot sounded and he heard a body fall on the ground. "Tt, annoying people," the man muttered.
The sound of a door being opened and threw close sounded through the hallways and reached the boy in the room next to it, who felt his heart racing like nuts. They were looking for him and damn close too!
As automatic reaction the boy pulled all the blankets toward himself causing it to pile up and hid underneath it in seconds. His breath stopped as he heard the door open from the room he stayed in. he was certain his face was tugged with shock or angst because he had already noticed that his mouth hung open with a tensed up jaw and his eyes wire wide open even though there was nothing to see in the created dark.
Again a loud thud of a door being smacked shut made the boy collapse from his tensed form. How freaking lucky he was this room looked like a closet when you not enter it!
Wait! They are looking for him! That means it is out that he's here. He is as much as found!
Simon!
The boy shot up from his curled up form and opened the door carefully looking through the creak. He saw the man who had been shouting a minute ago on the other end of the hallway. He was pointing his gun on another employee and demanding his location.
The boy cramped up as he heard the gun shoot once again and saw the dead body fall on the floor. The man disappeared into the next corridor and he heard after a few seconds a door being slammed shut again.
It was save for him now so he looked the other way to see four man lying on the ground, dead. A sick feeling rose in the boy's stomach as he knew all those people were killed because of him.
But he had no time to think about that. He had to find Simon and bring him to safety. Maybe once he did that he could find a way to stop all this killing. To lure that man out of this hotel. But how?
Focus! First Simon. The boy ran down the hallway, back to the main entrance via which he had entered this building only once. Corridor by corridor was filled with dead, bloody bodies. Dick tried his best to keep his eyes off the dead faces and the angst writing in their still wide open eyes. It was just down right scaring him, so many dead bodies. It scared the crap out of him and the smell of blood gave the boy a feeling to throw up.
As he had made his way to the main entrance he found a group of man all armed with at least two guns. One, he recognized as one of the top henchman from Two-Face, had a gun pointed at Simon. But he didn't seem like he was about to shoot. He was holding the man in place.
"Why are we keeping that one?" The boy heard one of the lower ranked henchman ask another.
"Because he might know more than others. We can get useful information out if him," the other explained.
The Boy Wonder felt some tension escape his body. They weren't going to kill Simon yet. That buys him some time to either think of a way to get Simon out of there or getting the henchman out of there.
I suddenly noticed that Simon was still behind his desk and the top man from Two-Face was on the other side. That would give some room to move. Again my eye fell on Simon. He was doing something with his hands on de desk. It was not clear what, but he was defiantly moving a bit. Was he that nervous? Most people are frozen once a gun is pointed at your head, so why was Simon not frozen?
Suddenly the older male dressed in a red uniform moved his head up to his face like he was having a headache so his eyes were covered for the henchman before him and he gave the boy an direct look, a frown.
The boy was a bit startled by the fact the man had noticed him. But the frown told him to leave, run. But the boy shook his pale head quickly.
The man frowned even deeper as he started to make whining sounds as if he had actually an headache. He slightly moved his head in a quick and almost unnoticeable move telling me (as normally used) to "fuck off".
The boy again shook his head. He was NOT going to leave Simon here to die for him!
He had to think, think of a plan. A way out. Simon needs to get out of there or the henchman. Either way. But how? How!
Before the boy could make up his mind he heard a noisy man coming from the other end of the hall. Dick quickly shot into a room and silently listen till the man had past. When he heard the footsteps where far enough he opened the door carefully seeing the man with the gun walk up to the other group of henchman.
"Tt, no one let a word escape about the boy and I couldn't find him anywhere. Can it be that our in tell was wrong?" the man asked while playing with his gun as if he had grown up with that thing, turning around his finger.
The raven haired boy's eyes grew. If they believe he's not in here that means Simon is no longer to any use to them. His time was up! Unless…
Dick left his save place behind the door and started to run toward the main entrance. When they know he's here they would leave Simon alone. They would go chase him.
"So, that means you're useless," the top man said coldhearted smiling upon the clearly panicking man behind the desk. "Ready to die?"
The man had seen the boy approach and started to shake his head wildly. Dick couldn't come here! They would kill him!
The teen didn't care what Simon thought of this anymore. He was going to save that man and nobody could stop him!
"Then spill it! Where is the boy!" the man shouted. He had long enough of everybody trying to delay their fate.
"He's not here I tell you!" the black haired man shouted back. "If he was, he would have showed up to save everyone! It's freaking Robin we're talking about!"
"You think the boy can't be selfish?" the man chuckled in delight of the joke the man made himself look like. "It's a God damn rich kid. Of course he's selfish!"
Simon saw Dick was about to enter the main hall and he knew once they saw him it would be over. There were around the twenty man armed with guns and once they start to shoot he would be dead. He had no choice but to give up. "Just kill me already!"
"As you wish," the man smiled, bloodthirsty eyes glistering as he pointed the gun at the man's chest.
Dick gasped as he heard Simon's words. He would never reach him in time. He had to stop this! "NOOO!" the boy shouted but his exclaim was silenced by the gun firing. The boy fall to the ground losing all the power he had felt to run when he saw how the metal made its way through Simon's chest sending the man to the wall behind him. The man sunk to the ground lifelessly, eyes wide and empty.
All Dick could do was watch. Watch as the body hit the ground with a thud taking down a box with keys with him. His mouth was wide open in a screaming form but all what left his lips was rough air. His eyes were wide in shock, silence tears pouring down from them like rain.
This time it was real. All. Fucking. Real!
What the henchman said before they left was all a blur to the boy and wasn't processed in his brain. Everything beside Simon was found useless information to his head as he rose with shaking legs and walked over to his father.
He hadn't even notice all man had left when he dropped down beside the body.
Still in shock the boy reached out for his father's face with his hand. A slight cramp in the man's face made Dick's heart race. "Dad?" his voice sounded as a breathless sob as he placed a hand on the man's face.
The man's eyes fluttered open just a bit to see his son with a face as pale as a dead man. "Dick,"
Robin's training imminently toke over the shocked boy and he started to check the man's pulse. "Your heart is," the teen spoke in a breath with a still shocked expression on his face.
Dick started to use CPR on the man. "Don't worry. I'll keep your heart up," the boy said ignoring the blood coming out of the shot wound, staining his hands. The bullet wound was so close to his heart. That's probably the reason why it stopped.
The boy was completely focused on the man's chest when he nearly jumped as a cold hand touched his face. The raven-haired boy looked up seeing the man's face. "I love you."
That stung into the teens heart. It clamped and started to beat even faster. Why did it sounded like the man was saying goodbye!
"I love you too, dad," the boy said as he replaced his eyes on the man's chest. "But," the boy quickly placed behind his sense. "This is not a goodbye. I'm going to keep your heart beating until an ambulance is here and takes you to the hospital. You're going to be fixed and I can live with you…" the boy waited before he ended his stupid sense. "I can live with you happy ever after," the boy's face flushed, as the red color was the only color in the boy's face.
The man opened his hand showing two papers folded up.
"You were writing back then," the boy said as he recalled to have seen the man doing something with his hands. "You knew all along this would happen?"
"Yes," the man's voice sounded broken. No wonder. The man was dying. "And now I'm just like you," the man smiled an empty looking smile. He seemed so tired.
"Like me?" the teen asked as he kept on pumping his hand up and down in attempt to keep the man's heart beating.
"A hero," Dick turned pale again at the man's words. "You have saved so many people. Now it was my turn to save you."
The youth started rubbing his eyes as he paused the man's treatment. His tears made his vision blurry but rubbing did help at all. He moved his hands away from his face as it was now not stained with tears but with blood. The boy watched his hands seeing the blood.
There was blood, so much blood. Just like the first time he had witness death. "Why," the boy muttered while seeing, hearing, feeling everything what happened four years ago. A sudden feeling of rage took a grip on his heart as he clenched his hands and turned it into two tight fists. "Why did you do this!" the boy yelled tears spreading the blood further down over his face.
"To save you."
"No!" the boy shouted. "You shouldn't have! I could have saved you! You don't understand!"
"They tell me,"
"You don't understand!" the young boy shouted at the police man.
"Then tell me," the brunette crouched down by the nine years old.
"I have no family other than them! Bring them back! NOW!" the boy insisted as he stamped one foot on the ground. "GIVE ME BACK MY MOMMY AND DADDY!"
The man's reassuring's smile was replaced with shock. "K-kid, th-they're dead."
"I don't care!" the tears rushed down the boy's face as he tried bravely to hold his sobs which started to leak out like hiccups.
"You can't die on me! Not like my first parents once did!"
Suddenly the man's face cramped in pain. The boy jumped and quickly felt his pulse.
It was gone!
The man's eyes started to close and the muscles in his body started to go limp. "No," the boy breath out as he started to use CPR on him again. "Dad!"
He saw the man's eyes fall shut and his head loll over. "Daddy!"
A snap, a scream and two shocked faces was all he got as warning to look away. He didn't. He saw how both his parents, all he had, fall down, unstoppable.
"Dick!" was the last he heard as he saw his mom reach out for him. There they fall. All in slow-motion as if the world made the time go slower just this one time to let him see, let him watch. Watch how their bodies made their way down and hit the ground with that sickening sound. How their body cracked and broke under the pressure of gravity. How the blood slowly started to seep out them like their life seeped away with it.
Then slowly things started to speed up again. A loud and long gasp sounded as all eyes started at his parents dead on the ground.
The boy climbed down as fast as he could. Rushing down and letting go at the last ten feet, the boy made his way to his parents. He ran toward them and let himself drop down next to them, knees soaked in their blood.
"Daddy! Mommy! Please wake up!" the boy started to shake them. The two bodies numbly moving along as if were broken puppets. "Wake up!" their eyes were empty end dull as they started into the nothing, lifelessly. "PLEASE!"
The boy let himself fall between the two bodies, wrapping their arms around him as if they would wake up like they did when he sneaked into their bed when he was scared. He hoped it would give him rest and a feeling of safety like it used to do whenever he hid under their arms.
It didn't. Their arms were as heavy meat upon him and the blood on the ground was as poison what had killed his family.
All he had laid there, dead, unable to return to him ever again.
He was all alone now.
"Please don't leave me alone," the boy whimpered as he kept using CPR on the man. He checked his pulse again and felt it was not returning. It didn't help anymore.
"No!" the boy shouted angry. "You can't die like this!"
His head snapped to the room they were in, hopelessly searching for a solution. It was until his eyes fall on a green box with a heart and a shock in the heart drawn on it. "An AED!" the boy ran as fast as he could to the machine ripping it off the wall. He returned to the man and started to unpack the machine. Quickly shooting his eyes over the manual and quickly undressed the man's torso. He placed the two patches on the places the pictures told him to.
He activated the green machine and it told him to step away from Simon. He did as he was told and watched how the machine send shocks down the man's body.
Once again was repeated to stay clear from the man. Again a shock was send through the man. Dick bit his lip. This wasn't working. His daddy needed to be brought to the hospital and right now!
The boy quickly scanned the desk for a telephone. He picked up phone and dialed 911. After three peeping sounds a woman's voice told him he was connected. "Please come to Sphinx hotel! There is a man dying here. Scrap that. The whole hotel is dying! Some man had come in and started to kill everybody claiming they were looking for someone.
"Stay clear," the machine repeated and the woman noticed.
"Is there someone with you, boy?" the woman asked while she told her college to send as many ambulances to the named hotel, as possible.
"No, I'm alone," the boy bit tears away. "Please hurry, my dad is dying."
"There are already ambulances on their way to you. Please stay calm. Everything is going to be okay with your dad."
"No he won't! I lost his heart beat and that stupid AED thing isn't succeeding in getting the beat back! He has been shot right under his heart and the bullet needs to be removed right away!"
"What is your name?" the woman asked in a surprised voice.
"Ah- Alex," the boy lied.
"Good, Alex. How do you know all this? Did daddy told you this?"
"I'm not stupid!"
"How old are you," the woman asked ignoring the boy's shout. She could swear this was a kid who sounded like he was around the thirteen years old. He shouldn't know such a thing.
"I'm thirteen," so she was right. "But I know a lot about basic wounds. He need professional help right away!"
"Where are you in the building?" the woman kept on asked still hearing the machine announcing to stay clear on the back ground. That was a bad sign.
"In the main hall behind a desk," the boy answered as he looked back at the man lying on the ground. Tears stung in his eyes as he felt his throat tighten up.
The heavy meat lump on his body were moved away. The kid looked up seeing two police man holding out their hands.
"Come kid," one said as he grabbed the boy and pulled him away from the two bodies.
"No!" the kid started to struggle against the man's grip. He wanted to go back to his mom and dad.
The boy saw how two man lifted his parents bodies and started to take them away. "No! daddy, mommy! Don't take them!"
Tears rolled down the boy's eyes. It was over. It was over just like back then.
The boy dropped the phone leaving it on the ground as the woman started to shout through the phone in concern. But her words fell to death ears as the boy moved to his dad. This time they weren't going to take his father away without saying goodbye. Not this time.
The boy touched the man's face, but no reaction came from it. "Daddy?"
"Stay clear," the machine announced and the boy felt a second later a shock rush through his body. He first winced a bit but he went on. He had to tell the man goodbye, at least one good time.
"Daddy," the boy started as he suppressed his sobs. "Daddy, I love you too," the boy laid down placing his head on the man's chest where he normally would hear a heartbeat. He placed his hand on Simon's hand taking the two papers and kept them in his tight fists. "Daddy, I will miss you."
"Stay clear," was once again announced but the boy didn't move. The shock was one again launched through both him and his dad.
"You were a great dad," the boy snuggled his head into the man's chest, moving his arms over his body as a one side's hug. "You're just like my other dad's, a hero," the teen said as he laid the man's arms over himself making it feel like a normal hug. "To me you already was a hero," the boy tightened his hug "Will you say hello to my first mom and dad, daddy?"
Again a shock ran through his body but this time everything went black. Afterwards the boy wouldn't have been sure if it were the shocks who made him faint or if he had fallen asleep on his father's chest.
So, chapter 6… and yeah, I just killed someone two times in one story! :D
The reason why I wrote the homecoming dream was because I really wanted to write a homecoming and I wanted to show how much Dick loves his new parents. Someone told me that he/she was sad because he/she liked Simon so much, that made me happy. I really wanted that to happen. So it seems I succeeded.
Anyway, only one chapter after this to go and the heavy part will start. I can't wait to see your reactions.
But I would also love to hear what you think about this chapter. I have a writer block on chapter 7 so you guys might pull me out of it with your reviews!
Thanks!