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A Father's Love

It was supposed to be a simple night. Joker was put in jail the night before, do he would be in there for a couple of days. The jails were quiet, the city was quiet. There was a bank robbery at the Gotham City Bank. They entered the bank, to find it empty, with the vault open. They were ambushed by twelve masked men in black who moved with the speed and grace of ninjas. Batman and Robin both took six men apiece. The fight was going pretty well until a loud crackling bang rang out through the vault. Batman turned to see Robin on the ground bleeding with a bullet hole in his chest. All he could hear was the scream of his mother playing in the back of his mind.

"ROBIN!" Batman shouted while he tossed the masked intruder into the wall while running to his bleeding protege.

He, in tears, carried him to the Batmobile and drove to the hospital, calling Lisa.

"Lisa get a bed ready! Dick was shot!" he ordered panicky.

He carefully drove through the streets and finally arrived t the hospital. He nearly broke every speed limit in the country trying to get to the hospital. Tears were rolling down his cowl as he picked him out of the car gently and carried him inside. Lisa was already there waiting by a gurney ready to take him. She quickly got to work on Robin with Batman's assistance, getting him connected to the IV bags and wires. Even with all the IV bags and bandage wraps, Dick still needed a miracle to help him stay alive. She reached to call for more assistance, her own staff, but Bruce grabbed her hand to stop him.

"Bruce what are you doing. He needs medical attention."

"That's why I brought him here."

"Bruce there is only so much I can do."

"Fine. Just save him."

She quickly called for assistance and the rest of her staff rushed him into surgery. It took five people just to hold Bruce back when he was taken from him. They had to give him a sedative to subdue him enough to tend to his own injuries. They got him to a wheelchair and wheeled him to his own room. They were able to get him on an IV drip bag and called Alfred to the hospital. When he walked, well more ran, down the halls, a small duffel bag slung over his shoulders, to figure out what happened, due to the nurse not telling him anything. He could hear Bruce shouting at the nurses, demanding to know about Richard. Lisa ran in and ordered the nurses out and shut the door behind them.

"Master Bruce, are you alright?" Alfred asked while he rushed to his side.

"Where is Richard?" Bruce repeated.

"Still in surgery. The surgeon isn't sure he'll make it. He needs more blood."

"The take mine," he held his arm out.

"It's not that simple. You don't match his blood type. It's rare and we don't have it in supply. It should have been here days ago but the blood drive was robbed of all of the B- blood."

"Doctor Lisa, there has to be another blood bank in Gotham city."

"We tried Alfred. Over the past few months, different blood types were stolen. One month is was O -, then another month AB positive, after that it was A+ and A-, and so on until we reached B-."

"Do you know who stole the blood?"

"No, Bruce don't even think about-"

"He's my son Lisa! He's my son," Bruce shouted softly while his anger boiled.

"We will find a way to save him. I need to make some calls," she left the room trying not to cry herself.

Bruce looked at his son's dying body and guilt swelled in him. This was his fault, he damn sure was going to make it right.