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One Shoot Kill

"Sir, target is in sight," replied a man pointing a sniper to one of the windows that showed a figure.

"Good, you know what to do," said a voice from inside the man's ear.

The man held up his sniper and looked through the eye piece trying to get a lock on the man who seemed paralyzed. He closed one of his eyes and waited to get a clear view of the man inside the room. "Shoot to kill."

Then he placed his index finger on the trigger and let the ringing noise of the shoot run out of the sniper as it aimed to hit its target.

"Hold it there, lady!"

"Oh God!"

"Please! There's no need for this."

"Stay where you are, I'll shoot!"

"I'll give you whatever you want."

"Daddy!"

"Tom. Oh God, oh God Tom."

"Be quiet, lady. Just shut up. Give me those pearls."

"Stay away from me. Run, Bruce!"

"Mommy!"

That memory plays over in my head like a broken record. The memory of not being able to save my parents and watching them die right before my eyes. I feel like this right now. The moment I heard a shoot go through a glass window in the room I quickly forgot about everything else, and just opened the door, only to see that Jonathan was on the ground in the pool of his own blood.

My eyes widened at the scene, I quickly ran to his side. "Jonathan! Jonathan, please." I looked at the wound that was on his chest, and narrowed my eyes. The wound was deep, and blood kept coming out. I looked up at the broken window, and whoever did this had escaped. I let out a growl of frustration, bringing my sight back to the wounded man who barely had his eyes open.

His azure eyes looked lifeless, but the moment he coughed out blood I picked up Jonathan in my arms, and began running out of the building careful not to hurt him more than he already was. Damn! Not again, please not again! How could I let something like this happen again! Once was enough, I didn't need to see this happen again! I kept berating myself as I ran to the motorcycle settled outside.

I got on it, and settled the wounded man in front of me, letting him wear the helmet while I started up the bike. I grabbed both the handles, and protectively guarded Jonathan with my chest, and arms, making sure not to let my guard down. I couldn't tell if he was unconscious now, but I do know that I'll never forgive myself for not being able to save his life. Please hold on a little longer. We're almost there.

My brain could not even begin to comprehend what was going on. It seemed that the world was going in a velocity that I couldn't keep up on, as if time was repeating once again, and yet here laid Jonathan on my chest. I was helpless with my parents, but I won't become a helpless child, and let this man die. I may not have a strong connection with him, but I'm also not some heartless bastard. Just don't… die.

When I reached the mansion I quickly got off the motorcycle, and carried Jonathan in my arms once again. When I entered the house, Alfred dropped a plate that he was cleaning as he saw the blood covering both me, and Jonathan.

"Master Wayne, what happened?"

I answered him as I walked to my bedroom. "He got shoot!" When I kicked open my door I placed Jonathon on my bed, and took off the helmet he had on. "Alfred, go get the medical kit fast!" Alfred disappeared, and went to retrieve what I asked him. I began unbuttoning Jonathan's suit, the moment I saw that he had his fear toxin on his wrist I took it off of him, and took away the rest of his supplies along with the mask he was carrying around, and placed it inside my nightstand.

"Master Wayne, I have what you ask for. Let me treat the wound." Alfred moved to the side of Jonathan, and began working on how to take out the bullet that was inside his chest. I clenched my fist as Jonathan thrashed in agony from the pain he was feeling. Even while he's unconscious he can still feel the pain of having that bullet taken out of his body.

Alfred worked calmly, and tried to make sure not to hurt him than what was possible. Once Alfred cleaned up his wound, he began to bandage up his entire middle section of his chest. I helped by bringing Jonathan into a sitting position for Alfred to finish wrapping the bandages. I settled him down the moment he was done.

Alfred stood up, and began clearing up the room from the mess that was made. "We should let him rest now, Master Wayne. I'll take his bloody clothes to wash, excuse me."

I wasn't even paying attention to him as he left the room I just stayed in the same position that I was in, kneeled at the side of Jonathan, and looking over his bandaged up form. Whoever did this will have Hell to pay when I get my hands on him! But who would do such a thing? It could have been some drug dealers, but they have nothing to gain with this.

"Master Wayne, its dinner time."

I came out of my thoughts at the voice of Alfred, and looked up to see the clock that was in the room. It was already eight o'clock, I must have lost track of time. I begin to stand up, and notice that when I do, my knees hurt from the kneeling position that I was in. I begin my walk to the exit, and make one final glance at the sleeping man on my bed. I turn, and pass the door, and start making my way towards the kitchen.

Alfred looked down at my full plate, and notice that I haven't even touched the food at all. He gave me a sympathetic look that says he knows what I'm going through. I drop my napkin on the side of my plate, and before I could speak, Alfred speaks first.

"Master Wayne, I surely hope that you're not blaming yourself for what happened. I-"

"How could I not? I failed to-"

"Master Wayne-"

I stood up, and the chair I was in fell backwards with the force of my anger building up. "Alfred, someone is after Jonathan, and he almost died from blood loss if I wasn't there! And you don't want me to blame myself for not being able to get there fast enough to save him!" My anger was getting the best of me, and I didn't even know it.

Alfred kept a calm composure as I blew up right in his face, sometimes I really wished I could stir something inside of him so I could feel better. "Firstly, I didn't think you were in first name bases with Dr. Crane, but blaming yourself isn't going to change what happened. You are not a child anymore, but at the same time you can't go barging into something you don't know. I would think you should wait until Dr. Crane regains consciousness and ask him about this situation."

I always thought of Alfred like a father figure ever since my parents were killed, but I won't just sit here and wait for something worse to happen. "Alfred, thank you, but this is something I need to handle." I picked up the chair and settled it back in its position, but before I could leave the room, I stopped with my back turned as Alfred shocked me.

"And how do you think Dr. Crane is going to feel about having the Batman go out and find the truth at what happened. I would think not too well, Master Wayne since the Batman was the one that ruined him, and I would guess that he constantly reminds you that, doesn't he?"

I didn't reply, my body felt frozen at the point Alfred brought up. How would he feel that the Batman is trying to help him? I never once thought on how this would affect him any further. Maybe that's why he's always pushing me away and always being uncomfortable around me.

"Master Wayne-"

"Then what do you think I should do, Alfred. Because right now I want to find whoever caused this and bash their heads into a brick wall," my voice faltering a bit.

"I think you should first calm down before you do something you'll regret later, and wait to see what Dr. Crane has to say about this." With that Alfred took the full plate and exited the room without saying another word.

I should wait. I walked back into my room and noticed that Jonathan was still recovering. I took a seat on an empty chair in the room and crossed my arms. Damn it, I can't stand not doing anything but if I just go charge into something I'll make matters worse. I stood up and walked over to my nightstand and took out Jonathon's possessions.

He was carrying a brown scarecrow looking mask, and inside the mask were small canisters which were filled with his fear toxin. Did he really leave just for this? As I was taking out the toxins a small bottle of prescribed pills came into view and I reached out to get it. I noticed that there were no more pills but after reading the bottle I frowned at my discovery. He takes prescribed pills to remain sane. I clenched the bottle in my hand, and began exiting the room.

A/N: Sorry for the REALLY late update! But from sometime now I've been feeling a bit sad since Thanksgiving is coming around the corner. This is usually the time of the year where we celebrate my brother's birthday but since he's left, it's been a little uncomfortable…

Please Review and I'll promise to update soon. I really need something to keep me busy.