SuperBat OneShots

The Last Call (Edited)

He knew he wouldn't last much longer. The Joker had shot him many times in multiple places, including his torso and in his left rib. He knew the bullet was slowly moving towards his heart and he couldn't do anything about it. If he were to try and pull the bullet out with his fingers he would only push it further. He was internally bleeding in his torso. He was in an alleyway left alone to die.

Although he was dying, there was only one thing he could think of at the moment. His kids, Alfred and Clark. He knew he needed to say goodbye to them but he didn't want to send out his distress signal. He decided to call Clark and well, Clark being Clark, he instantly answered.

Bruce was the first to talk. "Clark, how was your day today... Anything interesting happen at work?' 

"No nothing interesting. Do you need help? You're supposed to be on your night job right now, I was getting worried because I heard your heart rate go really fast and i was going to come over an-" before Clark could say more Bruce cut him off. 

"I'm fine. Don't worry. I just wanted to let you know that I love you and that I couldn't imagine being with anyone else. You make me so happy and... And I would have really liked to get married to you one day" 

"Bruce... Are you sure you're alright? Are you perhaps breaking up with me?"

Bruce didn't answer, he continued talking, his heart going slower by the minuet. "Clark, today can you go to my house and you tell all my kids that I'm very proud of them. Same with Alfred. Tell everyone I'm sorry for pushing all of them away so much".

"sure thing. You don't seem like you want to explain right now" 

Clark heard Bruce lightly grunt through the phone as the bullet was getting closer to his heart. Bruce knew he had to hurry up if he wanted to have a proper goodbye. He took off his mask and laid it down on the ground and continued his talking.

"Clark, I'll be visiting my parents soon. I probably won't be back for a long time. Please don't do anything stupid"

"How long can you visit the graveyard for.... Bruce, are you sure everything is alright? I'm worried" 

"I-I'll have to say goodbye now..." Bruce tried his best to not make any noise that suggested he was in pain. Even when dying, he was quite stubborn.

"Bruce. Your heart is getting really slow. Bruce, this is no time for your games. What's going on."

"I'm sorry.... Clark, please, stay strong for me". With that Bruce went silent, phone falling to the ground and cracking lightly. His injuries finally doing their jobs. Clark silently cursed and flew over to Gotham in a hurry.  

Clark quickly found him. He couldn't believe what he saw, no, he didn't want to believe what he saw. 

Bruce was limp against an ally wall, suit torn, cowl off, no heartbeat to be found. Clark held his head low, eyes shut tight. He landed on the ground silently and fell to his knees in front of the lifeless body. He unconsciously let a few tears escape his eyes, it was his fault for listening to Bruce and not going there before. 

He collected his emotions and took Bruce to the Justice League headquarters in hopes that someone in the league could save him or do something. Clark wouldn't  let himself lose hope yet. Batman always finds a way and pulls through. Or at least, that's what Clark kept on telling himself. 

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He kept telling himself that Bruce would do what he always does and randomly come back. Maybe his love for Bruce was strong enough to make Bruce come back. It wasn't. 

Clark couldn't handle it. He locked himself in his icey home far away from anyone else. He stayed in there for a year before deciding it was enough. He got Kryptonite and, weakly, flew himself to the JL Watchtower. 

Everyone looked to Superman who had collapsed the moment he reached the Watchtower. Diana went up to him and helped him stand up properly then took the Kryptonite away from him.

"Clark.. What is this. Why do you have Kryptonite with you. We haven't seen you since 'that' day" she said sternly as she stared into his dark, grim, blue eyes that had a spark of hope in them.

"Diana" he started "I want you to kill me with this... Please, Diana"

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The End               

Now EDITED. 

I realized how crap this chapter was and revised it. Please re-read this new version of it.