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Chapter 6: Surgery

The sound was so faint, it was almost non-existent. But it was there. Tiny little pants, as if they were from a tiny little mouse, came from behind the bat.

His heart leaped. "No, I have to be imagining this. Everyone with no pulse would be dead for sure by now." Yet he hung on to the only thing that was keeping him from going insane from grief. Hope.

Slowly, Bruce turned around towards his son's body. He narrowed his eyes and kneeled down next to him. It was miniscule, but sure enough his chest was slowly rising and falling, the time in between breaths getting longer each second. His son was alive ... but for how much longer.

"I will NOT lose you, Dick!" Batman shouted, rushing to the plane controls to land. He was only thirteen! How could this happen? Why wasn't it himself and not Dick on the hospital bed? The bat rubbed his nose and pished the thoughts aside. Now was not the time.

Bruce slowly scooped up Robin. Taking so much care, it was hard to believe it was really Batman himself. He glided to the stairs and flew down them. Please please please! Be okay! Don't be too late! He scanned his palm on the sensor, and the thick metal door to the batcave opened.

"Good Heavens! Master Dick!" The butler rushed over to Batman cradling Robin. His hands shook as he took in the condition of the boy. "What on earth happened, master br-" Then his eyes fell to the Boy Wonder's chest. His eyes widened. Bruce confirmed what Alfred was afraid of. "Joker. W-we need to begin surgery immediately." Shocked, but able, Alfred nodded, and did his best at running towards the medical ward of the cave.

Bruce laid Dick down on the cold white medical bed, which was already staining crimson with breathed in awkwardly. "I- I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm sorry, Dick. I should have been there sooner. Please stay stong. You're the stongest person I know. Please, stay alive."

Alfred came back with the sharp metal surgury tools. "The tools are prepped and ready sir."

"Then let's begin."

Dick's POV

Memories flashed through his mind. He made it to the light, he was exhausted, but he made it. As soon as he got out, the darkness was still threatening to pull him back in. There was one thing to grab. A trapeze rope. He gripped the familiar bar, keeping himself from going back into the darkness. Back into that cold, damp, dreadful place. Back to death.

He was already tired. He could feel his grip failing. But then, there was an echo. A voice. Bruce.

"I- I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm sorry, Dick. I should have been there sooner. Please stay stong. You're the stongest person I know. Please, stay alive."

The words gave him strength. He gripped tighter onto the trapeze bar. He could stay strong. But for how much longer?