Robin's Scars (A Young Justice Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11

Barbara pov

I closed my eyes expecting pain to flare through my body at any moment but... it never came. I opened my eyes just in time to see Dick fall to the floor and several police officers tackling Zucco. "Robin!" I yelled and quickly got down next to him. I could faintly hear the team and other officers yelling in the background but none of that mattered. Dick was hurt.

"Robin can you hear me?!" I pleaded.

He held his hand up in front of him "I see a light..."

"Well don't go to it you idiot!" I scolded.

"Hmm... no I'm pretty sure in all the movies they go to the light..." he countered. "I think I'm gonna go for it..."

I shrugged "Fine don't say I didn't warn you."

"Good by cruel world!" his arm then fell limp and his head lulled to the side.

The team all started crying and all the police men's breath hitched. I just rolled my eyes and slapped him "Oh get up you moron."

"Hey I resent that remark!" he countered and rubbed his cheek. Everyone jut gapped at him as he started to sit up "Seriously I save your life and this is how you thank me? By slapping me?! I mean seriously your nails are like cat claws! I think it left a mark!"

I rolled my eyes again "Wimp. But seriously 'Good by cruel world'? That is what you choose for your last words?!"

"What?!" he said defensively "I liked it!"

"Can you say cliché much?!" I countered.

"Just cuz it's used a lot doesn't mean it's not good!" he countered. "Fine what would you suggest?!"

I shrugged "I don't maybe something just a tad but more dramatic."

Under his mask I could tell he rolled his eyes "Fine next time I'm in a near death situation I will try to think of something more original for my last words."

I smiled "That's all that I can ask."

He looked down at his clothes that were now covered in blood. "With ten being the worst on a scale of one to ten how mad do you think Agent A's gonna be when I get home?"

"Hmm..." I counted on my fingers "Well... given that he'll have to give you stitches, remove a bullet, clean your uniform, and then sew it... probably about a twenty..."

He groaned and hit the back of his head against the wall "Why couldn't the bullet have hit a major organ?"

I smirked and ruffled his hair "And of course we can't forget how mad he'll be when he finds out you haven't finished your English paper."

He groaned again "Oh sure you just had to bring that up didn't you?! And you're sure one to talk you haven't started either!"

I smirked "And that is why we are going to your house so that we can work on it together!"

He sighed "This is going to be a long night..."

(A/N - hey just thought id let you know im changing from strictly updating on sterdays to just any time over the weekend. stay whelmed and feel the aster!)