Another Chapter here. Thanks to Asha Carcella and Fluffsterzz for your amazing Reviews that made me dance with joy. Also thanks to my Beta. You known who you are ;)
Disclaimer: I own this laptop and I own the hands that type on it but I do not own the Young Justice...*single tear*
Tears were dripping slowly out of his watery blue eyes. They came out in drops, yet made a thin stream as they slid down his face. The stream cut through blood and dirt before collecting back into a drop when it reached the end of its path. The drops then dripped down onto the face of another, one who could not feel their warm touch.
And there Dick sat, crying over the unmoving face of his father. His screams finally having died out, he now silently shook with pain, sadness, and longing. The mask removed, he was no longer the brave Boy Wonder, fighter for justice, partner for Batman. He was small little Dick Grayson, a boy who had lost his family not once but twice. The first time broke his heart, but the second time pulled it out. He was now all alone. He had now lost hope.
Suddenly and without warning, water burst out of nowhere and began gushing into the decimated building from all sides. It roared in like a waterfall and swept the boy up in its strong currents. He fought and splashed, trying to hang onto Bruce's body, but the water was too strong. It dragged him away and surrounded him. There was no more air left to breathe. It was as if his world has become water.
The idea of finally seeing his parents again was the last thought to penetrate Dick's waterlogged brain before his mind succumbed to the water's dark depths.
Robin's body was falling, falling off the side of the ship. Though asleep in the air, as soon as he hit the water his eyes flew open with a jolt. Though his body was now out of the dream, his mind took longer to come back. He still believed Bruce was dead and all was lost.
Unconsciously his body began to splash and tread water as it tried to keep him afloat. He was so preoccupied with his own thoughts and horrors that he didn't even notice the tube that slipped out of his arm, nor did he notice the dream machine that was now sinking like a rock to the bottom of the water.
As the water came up and splashed him in the face and he tasted the salt on his tongue, his mind was finally able to drift back and take in his current predicament. Where was he? Where was Batman? Well, first thing first. He had to get himself out of the water before he froze to death. He looked to the side and noticed the giant ship floating right next to him. He grabbed onto the side of it and climbed up just enough to get his body out of the water.
Then it all hit him like a slap to the face and he had to hold on tight to keep himself from falling back into the water. The Joker, the boat, the machine, the dreams. That meant everything that happened to him in the warehouse, Joker's torture, Batman's death, had all just been a dream. But was he still in yet another dream right now? How many dreams were there in this never ending nightmare? Robin shook his head to clear his thoughts. He couldn't be thinking about that right now. He was trained to not worry but to act, and he first needed to find the real Batman and the real Joker.
Robin began climbing up the side of the ship. He had a sinking suspicion that the others were aboard somewhere. He needed to regroup with Batman so they could team up to finally stop the Joker. But that wasn't the only reason. He needed to make sure Batman was ok. He still couldn't get the image of Bruce lying dead on the ground out of his head. He needed to see Bruce alive with his own eyes before his heart could even start to heal.
He finally reached the top of the ship and pulled himself over the final railing, but what he saw made his heart stop. He was too late. Lying on the ground on the other side of the ship was Batman, blood dripping out of a wound in his chest. Standing above him was the Joker, smiling triumphantly down at the hero, a bloody knife held tightly in his gloved hands.
Robin's mind began to race. Not again. This couldn't happen to him again. Watching the man he loved so dear die once was enough, but his heart couldn't take seeing him die again. A roaring scream ripped its way out of Robin's throat as he began charging toward the Joker. He had completely lost control. All he wanted to do now was rip Joker limb from limb.
The scream snapped Joker out of his murderous daze. He looked up to see the Boy Wonder, in the living flesh, racing toward him. But how was the boy still alive? He should have drowned by now. Oh well. More fun for him. He loved the murderous look in the boy's eyes. He looked like he was ready to rip flesh from bone. This was going to be fun.
With one giant leap, Robin jumped over the huge hole in the ship, and performing four breathtaking flips in the air, landing gracefully on the other side, bow staff pointed directly at the Joker.
"Oh bravo, bravo Boy Blunder," Joker said, clapping his hands gleefully. "You finally look like you're ready to have a good old fashion fight to the death. I'm just shaking with anticipation!"
Robin just growled and jumped at Joker, bringing his staff down on the clowns head with all his might. The clown was just barely able to side step the blow, but before he could get his bearings, Robin's staff smashed into his shoulder and sent him sprawling on to the ground.
The huge grin was now gone from Joker's face. He was frowning now, or at least as close to frowning as the Joker's face could get. He stood himself up, dusted himself off, and pulled a shiny metal crow bar out of the folds of his coat. "Now tell me boy blunder," he hissed, barely at a whisper, "Why so serious?"
NEXT CHAPTER! THE JOKER ROBIN FIGHT! And oh no! Robin is acting all angry and growly. Like the Batman! What will happen! Tune in next time to find out! And Review please! they make me happy and give me inner strength!