Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Bruce/Dick, Clark, Roy Harper, Ollie Queen/Dinah Lance, Barbara Gordon
Series Notes: When Gotham falls to an epidemic, Batman and Robin need help to protect the city. All chapters can be found here.
Categories: Drama, Angst
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Summary: Darkness descends...
Date Of Completion: April 18, 2007
Date Of Posting: May 12, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 423
Author’s Note: Once in awhile an original character will slip into the group up there on the Characters/Pairing line, so if you don’t recognize the name, that’s probably why. :)
JOY OF THE SKY
In the ICU, Dr. Mario Devens consulted the chart of the man he knew as Robin. Batman waited, Superman by his side, the Arrows and Batgirl out in the hall.
“I’m sorry, Batman.” The voice was soft, yet firm.
Only Clark could see the flinch, then the steely question, “Sorry about what, Doctor?”
Devens shook his head with regret. “Robin is not getting better.” He carefully put the chart back on the foot of the bed. “We have tried everything we could. We will continue, but he doesn’t respond.”
Clark kept his arm hovering close behind Bruce’s back. He wanted to encircle his friend and lend his strength, Bruce trying to be strong until he had nothing left anymore, and then Clark would be there to catch him.
A world of hurt in two words. The mask concealed the eyes, yet Clark could hear the undercurrent of tearing grief in the steady voice. His own heart was breaking.
“I’m sorry,” said the doctor again, and left.
Bruce stared at the bed. Clark walked over to the young man he had loved since he had met the smiling child years ago, buoyant with the joy of meeting Superman, becoming friend to him and to Clark.
“Can you take me flying?”
And fly we always did, didn’t we, Dick?
Clark smoothed the silken hair, leaning down and whispering, “Please stay, Little Bird. Bruce needs you. We all need you.”
He went to Bruce, placing a hand on his shoulder. He squeezed, Bruce saying nothing. As Clark turned to leave, he said, “Thank you.” A pause. “For being here. For…every time you gave him the joy of the sky.”
Clark turned back, eyes wet, and he gently enveloped Bruce in an embrace, slowly returned, slowly falling...
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As Clark came out of the room, Roy was distracted by the rattle of a gurney. A body was being wheeled out of a room down the hall, covered in a white sheet. Shivering, he looked at Clark.
He immediately went inside the room.
The rest followed. Roy stayed silent as the others tried to speak, failed, or whispered their love. Tears were wiped away as they left, and Roy picked up Dick’s hand.
“Don’t worry about anything, Robbie. We’re taking care of everything.” He felt a sharp pain in his chest. “Stay with us, Robbie.” He squeezed his friend’s hand and then left, his last impression that of darkness and wings.
Angel of Death.