Oneshots

I believe in you

If you don't like violence PLEASE skip this one! This chapter is brutal.

One fall after another. Hope was fading away slowly the harder her knees were hitting a hard concrete. She was losing her breath. Body shaking tiredly while trying to make it stand. It took all of her willpower to look up...

...look up at the battlefield.

She was ready to cry, but even expressing her feelings was too exhausting at the moment. Laying there tired, in pain... hoping that a single familiar face will show up in the distance, get up, do something. One of them did. The silhouette of her guardian moved slowly, but surely towards her broken body. A tray of blood marked it's way down his nose. His ripped clothes uncovered dramatic wounds which made him lame. Bruises on his face seemed to take away all of the lively colors. The aura around him and his looks let her know that they aren't safe yet. None of them is safe.

- Dad... - she whimpered. - I wanna give up - tears blurred up her weak vision of this messed up world.

A sting hit his heart. The softest and saddest plead he ever heard from her was a wish to let go and give up on everything. He kneeled down and put out his hand to lightly rub her scratched cheek carefully whenever his fingers met her wounds.

- I know this isn't easy... - he stated. - But I believe in us. And together, we will never have to fear failure - he smiled kindly triggering his bruises and wounds. - If you feel too weak, you always have my shoulder to lean on... - he promised and put out his hand as he stood up. - Will you get up?

Myth took a look into the blue eyes of her father and smiled at him. She grabbed his hand and pulled herself up with all her strength, barely standing, but he was there to hold her up. There they went, hand in hand against the evil of this world.

[Years later...]

BAH! His back hit the wall so hard that it almost fell apart, leaving a large crack behind. Blood-coughing human wreck being thrown from one side to the other like a toy could barely gather strength to get up. He was paying the price of being alive. With every kick his bones seemed to break into tinier pieces. His mind was so blank and so aware at the same time. The story of his life appeared as happy flashbacks from the time when pain didn't matter as much to the young body full of courage and strength.

Young?

Was he old?

- AAAAAAH!!!!

Another hit brought him back to reality. His body jumped and rolled under the opposite wall like trash. Dirty from blood and dust, cold from the stone he was constantly laying on and tired of living... His lungs jumped painfully as he coughed blood again. He was so exhausted he laid next to his own spit ready to drown in it if he had to. No one could stop it. He was losing it... He was losing his consciousness... Feeling less pain was his relief and his biggest fear. If he loses consciousness now... will he ever wake up again?

- You're so stubborn, Robin, it makes me mad... And I thought this pain is bad enough for you already, huh? Was I wrong? - the harsh raspy and filled with irony voice of a tyrant he was locked with for 3 hours spoke up again. - Can't you just tell me how did you survive after my father killed you? Or is it too difficult for you? - her voice echoed in his head.

He was going crazy. He didn't want to... But the pain was too much to handle already... He couldn't afford anything more painful.

- I-If I t-told you... w-would y-yo-u... let m-me go? - he coughed and asked breathlessly.

- I don't need a dead body in my possession - she promised, shooting him with her sharp look in the eyes. - And I'm sure you want to see your daughter again.

Robin took a few heavy breaths before his final decision. It didn't take him that long to decide, but to regain his strength enough to speak up was a challenge. He laid his head down again and coughed lightly to prepare himself. As soon as his body touched any cold surface he felt a burning pain, but it wasn't enough to stop him from resting.

- Your time is running o-

He heard a loud gun shot noise directly behind him. It hurt his head so much that he almost considered himself dead. But no damage has been delt to him...

- You-

- Surprised?

Her voice... so familiar... Even though she sounded so harsh he still found her voice so soothing... because it belonged to her... He knew that the clock is ticking for his life. There's not much time. He was aware that her presence will change nothing... but at least she was there...

- If you killed him, you're next - she promised very harshly as if her opponent has just put a death sentence on herself. - And don't you DARE touching him EVER AGAIN - she growled standing before her strongly.

- There will be no 'again', dear... It's too late for the both of you - Rose smiled terribly as she pressed a button in her belt.

The walls started crumbling into pieces one by one. Heroine looked around in concern, especially on the place where her father laid or... what's left of him... While she was looking around, Rose made it to escape, but that wasn't the biggest problem right now. Cracks were expanding on the ceiling very quickly. Myth ran up to Robin and didn't even know what to grab, seeing him all covered in blood.

- F-Father, get up! - she tried to check if he's still alive, but alive or not, she couldn't let him get crashed under the bricks.

The ceiling was about to fall on them so Myth quickly took him in her arms and escaped that place. It felt like she's going to get a heart attack. She put the body on the floor as the building in front of them fell apart completely leaving just rocks and concrete powder behind. For the longest time she thought she's desensitized to people's feelings, but watching her guardian truly broke her in ways she thought she's never going to break again. The painful blood cough let her know that there still is some life in this soul.

- Father... - she smiled kindly and patted him on his cheek lightly.

- Sunshine... - said the breathless voice in pure agony.

He had no power to smile back at her. He just stared at the light blue eyes of his daughter as if they were the prettiest thing he has ever seen.

- I w-wanna giv-ve up... - his face expressions weren't able to show off how broken his soul truly was within when he came to that realization.

Myth felt a wave of pain storm through her body and her smile faded away.

- No... - she rubbed his cheek. - It can't end this way... Not again... - she looked down.

- It's too late... - he continued his thought not realizing that Myth has already answered.

His mind was very foggy since he felt safer is her arms.

- It's not true... - she disagreed. - It's not what my father would say... - she frowned. - Robin... - she gathered all of what's left of her memories. - When you're too weak, you'll always have my shoulder to lean on... And together... we will make everything right... We will never have to fear the failure... - she gave him a broken smile. - Will you get up?

Robin looked her in the eyes trying his hardest to process the meaning of her words, but eventually he denied... He couldn't get up... Myth stood up and put out her hand for him.

- Then let me help you.

He took a very deep breath and carefully got back up on his feet with her help, trying not to fall, but Myth was there to hold him up. She helped him take steps, repeated the pattern rhythmically to help him memorize it and together, hand in hand, they moved towards the better end and the future they chose by staying together. Both hoped to never part again... but stay... one ❤️