OK so you remember in the earlier chapter when they were watching the tapes of Robby's kidnapping and Superman said "It happens all the time…the villains all have the fantasy to be in bed with Robin, he's just too good looking for Gotham's villains...it's disgusting, he's always getting rude comments, I guess it doesn't faze him anymore"
well "how many people can love a Robin" is another of my stories about the back story of superman's comment...you should check it out...
well enjoy this update...
Batman ran out of the teleporter as soon as he got to the mountain. It was completely silent except for his foot steps echoing on the tile floors. J'onn had called him nearly 10 minutes ago; updating him on Robin's condition…there was only five minutes left before….
Batman ran faster determined to get to his son. They had to start the operation. Bruce burst into the room where the heroes stood, heads bowed…as soon as the door slammed open their heads snapped up and relieved expressions flooded their faces.
"Quick! Give it here!" Superman yelled extending his hand, Bruce handed the bag of blood to him, Superman hung it on the IV stand and inserted the tube into Robin's arm.
"Out! Out! Everyone Out!" Dianna screamed ushering everyone to the door, only Superman, J'onn, Flash and Batman remained.
"I'm staying-" Kid Flash demanded planting his feet and crossing his arms
"No time to argue, Kid" Flash said softly "NOW GET THE HELL OUT!"
J'onn turned Robin head to the side and placed his fingers on Robin's temples; his eye's started to glow.
"It would be wise to start immediately" J'onn said "here is the location of the clot" he pointed to the region half way behind the ear and the temple. Batman took a deep breath that seemed to rattle around the room; the man pulled back his cowl and removed his gloves, rolling his sleeves up to the elbows. He reached for a scalpel. Flash swatted away his hand
"Hold it, you need to scrub!" Batman looked at J'onn worriedly
"Is there enough time?" Bruce asked his voice shaking
"Stop talking about it and just do it!" Superman yanked the shaking man to a sink. The splashing of water was all that could be heard for the next few seconds.
"This is how we wash our hands, wash our hands, wash our hands… this is how we wash our hands, all day long!-"
"-Barry, is that singing necessary?" J'onn asked in monotone, Flash rubbed his bandaged leg and looked back
"It's the only way I can remember what to do…does Richard need anesthetic?" J'onn's eyes glowed brighter
"It's what I'm doing now" Bruce walked back over and slapped white medical gloves on his hands, Barry and Superman did the same., Batman picked up a pair of electric sheers and shaved the spot of Robin's head where the operation would be.
"Scalpel" Batman ordered in a (don't screw with me or I'll drive this scalpel right into you eye) sort of voice. Superman handed it to him. Bruce inhaled sharply and readied the scalpel over the indicated spot. He placed the cold steel to robin's skin and gently pushed.
The skin burst apart like a water balloon, blood squirting all over Bruce and J'onn's faces. They sputtered and wiped desperately at the blood trying to get the hot liquid from their eyes and mouths, Barry grabbed a swab and applied pressure to the small incision.
"Whew…that was exciting, and to think we haven't even started!" Flash pulled away the swab, and pried the inch wide incision apart with his fingers, he looked up at Bruce who was pale, the taste of copper was overwhelming Bruce's mouth. "Batman, I'm going to ask you to get a grip…you see blood everyday"
"But it's not usually my own god damned SON!" Bruce spat with rage
"I'm going to ask you to pretend for a few minutes that this ISN'T your son" Barry glanced at Robin then back to Batman. A few seconds later Batman stepped forward
"Thank you, Barry…Clark, clamp please" a clamp was slapped into Bruce's palm, Robin's skin and muscle was secured back "pin" it was pinned into place. A thin layer of bubbling, white fat oozed from the incision like greasy, yellow, cottage cheese. Barry quickly wiped it away and swabbed blood so they could see; white bone came to view.
"His skull" Superman breathed, holding back vile.
"Thank you, captain obvious" Flash said with a small laugh to lighten the mood, he knew that was why he was really here, not for his medical expertise, but for his happy-go lucky, optimistic attitude. "Now comes the hard part"
"Drill" Batman ordered softly, a wireless device was handed over. Superman looked away, as the drill started, a horrible whining sound filled the air as metal touched bone, the smell of copper, smoking bone and frying fat filled the room.
Batman placed his other hand on top of the device and pushed, the sound of whirring mechanics and screeching, wet bone sounded like a metal gate being slowly swung open across concrete. Bone shreds and fatty blood went spewing around the room like a blender with a forgotten cap… a tornado of gore. It splattered on their turned away faces like rain bouncing off opening umbrellas.
Finally with a small hissing, pop the drill broke through, careful not to damage the brain, Batman let the drill sink only a millimeter below the skull into the fluid encasing the brain, the clear, jelly was strewn up into their faces.
"Stop!" Barry yelled, the drill stopped and was pulled out "that's enough" Batman nodded, shaking a tear from his eye and swallowing the vomit that burned in his throat like acid. He wished there was more time to get surgical masks but time was un-kind and they were forced to do the operation bare-faced.
"Su-suction" Bruce ordered, Superman nodded and took a small tube applying it to the newly made hole. Clear fluid flow up through the vacuum, blood, fat, bone fragments, and grease intermixed making a sickly brown funnel, finally a black glob squeezed through the tube like dark grape jelly. "We got it" Bruce breathed almost unbelievingly
"WE GOT IT!" Barry yelped, whooping and dancing in circles around the table. Superman beamed and grasped Batman's shoulder, Bruce stood open mouthed and awestruck as he, with shaking hands, grabbed Clark and hugged him Superman looked surprised, but hugged right back.
"Dicky's going to be ok" Bruce whispered, still trying to convince himself. Superman pulled away
"No nephew of mine is going to die" Batman grabbed a suture and started stitching Robin's incision.
"He's going to be ok, he's going to be ok, he's going to be ok, he's going to be ok, he's going to be ok…" Bruce muttered taping a large white bandage around Robin's head, the white gauze stretched completely around his head from the forehead up, completely covering his hair. Batman smiled softly, I'll bet he'll wish it was Halloween. He exhaled with relief the operation was finished. Barry, J'onn and Superman left the room exhausted, relieved and weak stomached, each leaning on each other as they made their way to either the bathroom, or the main room to update the others.
Batman stayed behind frowning slightly at the images of Robin's open operation. Bone shreds and fatty blood went spewing around the room like a blender with a forgotten cap…Batman ran a hand over his face felling the prickle of bone slivers, and the smudging of blood and fat. Robin's face too was covered in his own gore; Batman walked to the sink, dampened a cloth and gently scrubbed the boy's face clean. Batman threw the cloth in a waste bin grabbing a clean one off the rack; he went to the sink, soaked it and looked in the overhead mirror. He nearly dropped the rag.
Blood was smeared like war paint over his face and his hair was laced with blobs of curdle sized fat. Bone shone like glass in his skin as a single strand of muscle hung like over cooked spaghetti on his bat symbol across his chest. He sobbed one dry heave and dropped the rag to the floor with a splat.
He wouldn't clean this up. He decided it would serve as a memory forever, of how close he had been to loosing his little bird.
he would punish himself for not being there like he promised...he'd sit in his son's rotting flesh and drying blood until he woke up...only then would he forgive himself.
Batman vs Batman! ohhhh
only one more chapter until the end...-creepy music-
REVIEW PLEASE! HELP ME GET TO 200! (and beyond!)
-EACT
i hope you enjoy...plz let me know what you think. be honest i can probally take it, i swear i won't commit
suicide or anything before i finish the story...OH WOAH! OR AFTER! I SWEAR! heh that came out wrong.
Robin: yes, yes it did.
EACT: shut up. you shouldn't even be talking, after all i just drilled your skull.