A/N: I am so sorry that this took so long! What with starting a new fandom and exams life is hectic! Anyway, I do have a couple of WARNINGS for this chapter. There is a character death. Lots of feels. It may seem a bit OOC but when you die you do act differently.
Song I recommend listening to, Carry on my wayward son lullaby with vocals or a little fall of rain. The second one is the more emotional option.
Disclaimer: If I did own anything I wouldn't be writing little fanfics. I would be making the show into one big fanfic.
The battle had been brutal...so brutal. I was speeding through the city streets, looking frantically for nightwing. My 35 year old little brother. Then I saw a small crumpled body. Crouching by it I saw who it was, Not only did I see who it was...but I saw the height from which he fell. Gently I gathered him into my arms and I soothed the sobs wracking his body.
"Shh Wing, it's okay." He coughs and blood is splattered on my shirt. He's dying and I know it, but do you know what's worse…he does to. "Come on KF we both know it's not." I stare into his blue glassy eyes. They're slowly growing dimmer. His heart beat gets slower. "Don't speak like that!" I immediately look down for shouting at him, then I pull his head to my shoulder. "You can't die…you just can't; You're my little brother."
As I look down at his small form I remember all the times I had with him. Ice skating, starting the team, meeting Lian, finally getting away from my dad. Each memory is very different, yet each have something in common - My Brothers. Each thought pounds at the back of my head making my eyes water not only with fear, but with pain as well. "you just can't..."
I pull back to look at him as I notice the weird gurgling sound emitting from the back of the birds throat as blood is spewed on me again. He clings tightly to my uniform as rain starts to trickle down from the dark sky above. "Don't think of me as dead, think of me finally sleeping for more than four hours." I smirk along with him; I may never get chance to do that again. A huff of laughter tares free from my body.
"Come on man, you're the flash. You can't cry." I slowly take my cowl down, quivering fingers revealing watery eyes. "Well I'm so cool I can do it while still looking amazing." For a minute we both laugh enjoying the moment -then his body tenses.
"I'm so cold...please just let me go." I shake my head "I can't what about your brothers? Or Bruce? Lian will be devastated!" He shakes looking into my eyes "they'll find ways to cope and so will you." The tears keep cascading down my now slightly wrinkled cheeks. "What am I suppose to tell Roy huh? You're leaving me In a very difficult position here Dickie boy." He smiles gently as I look at his fading eyes. "What Roy doesn't know won't hurt him." He goes limp with a singular tear trickling down his cheek. "Dick...DICKIE!" I hold his head to my chin, tears falling into his matted black hair. I sit there holding him in the rain and gravel...crying.
And there, just like that, the legend of Richard Grayson died. However, the world will remember robin and Nightwing. I will make sure they knew him...and I will make sure Roy knows the truth.
A/N: umm yeah I'm sorry that was so short. Wow umm yeah I didn't actually intend to write something that kind of sad. Umm well yeah. I hope this was good enough AnonymousNinjaGirl
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DixieG