Fan Fiction ❯ The Hand That Seperates ❯ The Hand That Seperates ( One-Shot )
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By: Dark Jester 
A 'what if' fic.
What if Dick died? What if he were killed?
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Psychological / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.18.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 163 | Visits: 473 | Status: Completed
A 'what if' fic.
What if Dick died? What if he were killed?
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Psychological / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.18.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 163 | Visits: 473 | Status: Completed
*I dreamt this once...*
A storm cloud rolled by overhead, shadowing the grim city of Gotham without mercy. Lightly, a dance of rain scattered the silence afterward, washing the blood from a hunched form. Broad shoulders shook heavily beneath a tapered cape, racking with uneven sobs. In weak hands lay a cold body, twisted and broken in too many ways. Eye slits closed and shut out the sight, pressed against the pale flesh of a younger man's forehead.
*But it was such a long time ago. I can scarcely remember the night. And I'd never have imagined... never would've dreamed... that it would hurt... so much...*
He hadn't cried like this in a long time. Not since ...they... died.
*Why did this have to happen to us?*
Batman pulled his lover, his molded copy... his ward, closer to his chest. Dick was already stiff in the hands of death, the breath having halted itself an hour, three minutes and fourteen desperate seconds ago.
A storm cloud rolled by overhead, shadowing the grim city of Gotham without mercy. Lightly, a dance of rain scattered the silence afterward, washing the blood from a hunched form. Broad shoulders shook heavily beneath a tapered cape, racking with uneven sobs. In weak hands lay a cold body, twisted and broken in too many ways. Eye slits closed and shut out the sight, pressed against the pale flesh of a younger man's forehead.
*But it was such a long time ago. I can scarcely remember the night. And I'd never have imagined... never would've dreamed... that it would hurt... so much...*
He hadn't cried like this in a long time. Not since ...they... died.
*Why did this have to happen to us?*
Batman pulled his lover, his molded copy... his ward, closer to his chest. Dick was already stiff in the hands of death, the breath having halted itself an hour, three minutes and fourteen desperate seconds ago.