Hi everyone! Sorry for taking so long to update. Homework. Bleh... Well, here's the next chapter! Please comment and enjoy!
Chapter 5: Batman
It took all the Bat had not to just kill the creep then and there. There were endless reasons to. All the graveyards he's filled with innocent people. He just hoped Dick wasn't one of them. Instead, he punched the clown, knocking him out cold, and tied him up for the police.
Batman flew over to his son. He was just lying there. Broken and bloody. "Oh, God, Dick!" This was worse than he thought. Closer examination revealed many broken ribs (One most likely had punctured a lung.), a shattered kneecap, countless stab wounds, . . . Then his breath caught. There, carved into his chest, in crimson gashes, was the word "Joker" He clenshed his fists. The Joker would pay for this!
He gingerly scooped up Robin and carried him over to his plane, pressing autopilot, the plane rose, and started towards Wayne Manor.
Taking off his cowl, Bruce laid the boy on the bed, being careful not to disturb his injures, and proceeded to take his pulse. "Oh, shi*" Batman swore. There was none. "No, Dick, You are not dying on me today." He pulled out the emergency defribulator and charged it up, rubbing the two paddles together. "Clear!" He shouted, and pressed the paddles on Dick's chest. His back arched up as the electricity flowed through him. Bruce took his pulse. Nothing. Swearing, he grabbed the paddles again. Hoping, praying, it wasn't too late.
Dick's POV
Darkness surrounded Dick. It felt cold, dark, yet strangely, relieving. All his pain, suffering and worries were lifted off his chest. His parents were there. The ones who had been murdured. "Mami! Tati!" He shouted. They turned around and smiled. They were still wearing their vibrant red trapeeze costumes. "Come here, Dick!" His father beckoned, with open arms. Dick swallowed. He wanted to join them. He really did. But somehow, it seemed... Wrong. Like he would never see the light again it he joined them.
Suddenly, he noticed a small pinpoint of light in the distance. A way out. One last opprotunity. He began crawling towards the light. It was hard, like fighting against a stong current. And he knew if he lost this battle, it would be too late. He looked down at his costume. At the R etched into the front. He was Robin, The Boy Wonder! Memories started flowing back to him, giving him stength. He thought of his team. Artemis ... He fought harder against the darkess. Wally... He crawled closer the the light. Bruce... With the last of his strength, he pulled himself towards the light.
Bruce's POV
Bruce was starting to give up hope he had been shocking him and using CPR for the last ten minutes. Most people would be declared dead by then He sighed and hung up the paddles. Then, something made his hreath catch. The tineist sound, coming from the bed behind him.
Breathing.