Gotham Girls #1: Romance With Robin (Batman)

Chapter Eight - My Dagger For Your Heart

I panted rapidly; sweat covering my body and my saliva becoming lodged in my throat. Pain was, once again, shooting through me, disabling any movement of my own control. All I could do was spasm on Tim's bed, feeling sick to the stomach and as though I looked like an idiot.

"Emerald, I was wondering if-," a voice started to talk to me, but soon cut itself off. There, I saw Nightwing and Robin standing side-by-side in the doorway. In the very minor seconds that my thoughts could function, I realised they must have been about to go out on a nightly trip.

"Dick, she needs help! Find Bruce and I'll stay here!" Robin shooed Nightwing away and ran to my side, observing me to see if there was any way he could help me.

"Are you okay?" he asked, panicking. I shook my head profusely and gripped onto my burning stomach. The pain was soon becoming too much to bear and I looked around the room for something sharp to end the suffering. I spotted a sharp batarang look along and wiggled my way across the bed to reach out for it, before being stopped by Robin, who stood in front of me, a disappointed and upset look on his face.

"I hope it wouldn't have come to that... You have to get through it... I know it's tough, but... you need to..." His words were as soothing as he could make them, but that didn't help me very much. Holding half of the batarang in my hand, I slowly let it go, feeling the burning in my gut increase, but my conscience become a little more at ease.

"I'm... sorry..." I squeaked, coughing up more blood. I leant over the edge of the bed so that I didn't get the fluid all over his sheets. My face started burning and I could feel another kind of pain run through me. It felt as though all my life was being sucked out of me. Robin's glaze drew back from me and landed on the door, but soon returned to me, this time a little more worried about what I was going to do.

"We'll get you through this..." he leant down and whispered into my ear before walking off and out the door. With the batarang clenched in his hand, I could feel my face becoming a fire. Ashamedly, I looked to my left, to the bedside table, to see if there were anymore batarangs there. Just my luck, there was one more; the one that I hesitantly picked up, feeling its cold material caressing my fingers.

"It'll all be over soon..." I told myself, tears falling down my cheeks. The thought of Robin ran through my head. If this went the way I had planned, I would never see him again, and he wouldn't have to worry about everything that I was going through. He wouldn't have to feel the pain that I felt. And most of all... he wouldn't have to worry about some stupid little girl who had a massive crush on him ruining his life...

I dug the edge of the batarang into my hand so hard that blood was drawn, causing a slight grunt of pain to escape my throat, but not my mouth. I wanted to do it. I wanted to just draw the knife into my stomach to end all the pain. But I couldn't I didn't want to leave Robin...

I knew I had to fight; I had to be strong, not a girl who took the easy way out. With a scream, I managed to roll myself off of the bed and to the floor, causing suicide-worthy pain to course through me.

"Al-most there!" I encouraged myself, unsure if I would make it or not. The closest mirror, which was a mere ten metres away from the bed, seemed like it would take a plain to get there. Wobbling, wiggling and wailing in pain, I made my way across the floor, the agony of what I was feeling pounding against my head and almost knocking me out. My vision went blurry and I felt like something was pushing on my side.

After what felt like hours, I managed to pull myself up, with the help of a cabinet, to the mirror - and froze.

"Well, what do you know? Fancy seeing you here! Hahahah! I hope you like that present I left you! I thought it would definitely touch home with that!" the Joker was in my mirror, teasing me with the death of my family.