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by fuckcharlie
by fuckcharlie
                                    
                                              

                          BANG.
                          Dick gasped, and coughed, drawing Bruce's attention. Blood covered his bright green gloves and his stomach, where a bullet hole was evident.  

                          They were fighting a gang, when one of them shot Robin to draw Batman's attention away from them so they could get away.
                          "DICK !" Bruce yelled, forgetting the gang member he was fighting and running to his side. He caught him before he could fall and hit the ground, tears already rolling down his cheeks. He looked him up and down, panicking. This was all too familiar to him, sadly. He dropped to his knees, holding Dick in his arms.
                          "D-Dick, you're gonna be fine, o-okay buddy ? You're gonna be ok-"
                          Dick shakily put his hand on Bruce's chest, and smiled softly at him. He gripped onto Bruce's costume, and let out a small gasp, his hand going limp again against his chest. "P-padre..." He said softly, closing his eyes tightly in pain. He was letting out small noises of discomfort, holding the wound with his other hand.
                          Bruce knew whether he took him to the hospital or the mansion, he'd be dead by then, seeing as the severity of the wound. Bruce bit his lip to hold back a sob stuck in his throat. His only option he had at this point was to hold him in his arms until he bled out and died.
                          Tears rolled down his cheeks as he shakily inhaled, and began to sing a lullaby to him as he rocked Dick, who was now sitting up in his lap with his arm wrapped around his neck with his chin on his shoulder and his other hand still gripping the wound, tears falling from his eyes and getting trapped in his goggles. He was hurting, bad. But he wasn't going to show pain in front of his Padre. He was a tough boy, just like he always told him, he wasn't going to let Bruce see his tears.
                          Dick was getting colder by the second, and limp, and tired. 
                          "Papa, I'm tired,,," He said softly.

                          "I...I know, buddy..." Bruce muttered, closing his eyes tightly, letting more tears fall.
                          He shakily hummed to him as he rocked him back and forth. Dick shut his eyes completely, smiling gently. 
                          " 'love you, padre,,," Dick said very quietly.
                          Bruce swallowed hard, finally letting out a sob as Dick went completely limp and un-moving in his arms. He held him tighter, and finally let himself cry loudly.
                          "L-love you too, buddy...."