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"Batman, we have good news...and we have bad news."
"Give me the good news. Now."
"Dick is going to make it."
"The bad news?"
"Tim...just went in deeper than he was supposed to go."
Batman';s hand slammed on the table, his scowl deeper than ever.
"How did that happen?" he growled.
Leslie sighed heavily
"I don't know, Bruce. All I know is that his fever just took a turn for the worst, while Dick's health just improved massively. We almost lost Dick, too. But somehow he rebounded, and that's when Tim deteriorated."
Batman said something, but by that time, only Leslie was listening. Batgirl had already tuned everything out.
Everything except Tim's breathing.
Everything but Tim's heartbeat.
Those vitals told her stories. The language of his body spoke loudly what his mouth couldn't say.
Cassandra Cain was afraid again. The stories Robin told were not good or bad.
They were downright ugly.
"Tim...dying." she said softly, burying her face in her arms.
Leslie nodded, "Afraid so, kiddo. But he is a fighter. He won't give up. Bruce taught him well. Dick too I'll bet. Tim will be flying through Gotham again in no time."
"Hope so." Cass said softly, remembering Tim telling her of the fate his predecessor met. "Not need...another death in Family."
Leslie looked at Bruce, who was standing over the young boy's bed, begging Tim to live, to keep fighting...to not give up.
"No. We do not."
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