Facade

Please save me

Damian head hurt, it felt like billions of bricks hitting his head. He groans while trying to open his eyes. He could see to figures in the distance, but his eyes wouldn't focus. "Robin, you are finally awake" A feminine voice called out. Harley Quinn, no she is a good guy now. "Don't fall asleep on us, birdie!" Another voice laughed. It all clicked, The Joker, the needle, The fights.

"Now, we are going to kill you, but we will have some fun with it first" The Joker laughed, clicking something. Damian could see clear enough to know it was a camera. Panic flushed through Damians body, he didn't want to die again. He moved his hands, trying to free them. Punchline moved forward and punched damian in the left cheek. Blood dripped down his nose and swelled in his cheek. He spit out the blood and it landed on punchlines foot.

"Oh, Dont get too excited now darling" Joker laughed, sending Damian's stomach into a wirl. This, this was the bad feeling he got. Damian never wanted to die, particularly. Now, with the pieces falling in-front of  him, he didn't know if he wanted to stop it. Damian felt numb, mentally, and he thought maybe his family would be happy for him to be gone. He thought about the last things they said to him. Most of them being non-positive, so Damian didn't fight it. He didn't fight when the Joker punched him, or when punchline stabbed a little to close to a vital organ. He didn't scream, or cry, or beg for them to stop. Damian thought about how much he would miss life.

Time passed, it could have been seconds or hours, when The Joker pulled out a gun. Damian knew the second he saw it, his time is over. Panic rose to his chest. "Please, don't do this" The kid cried. Why he begged, he didn't know. "That not how it works, child" Punchline laughed. This was a game to them. His pain and please meant nothing to them. Damian's whole body hurt, ached, for the joker to end him. "I'm not ready to die, not again" Damian's voice cracked, he would have scolded himself for sounding so weak. "We can walk away from this, I- I won't tell batman", Damian's words fell of deaf ears.

"Why does it matter, If you mean anything to the batfamily, they would be here" Joker laughed, his crewl voice ripping through Damian's ears. Robins eyes stung, he knew it was true, they would've been here. "Okay" Damian croaked out. Jokers laugh stopped, and Punchline stared at the boy. "What" Punchline asked, feeling guilt run through her veins.
"Okay" Damian sighed, leaning back in the wooden chair. The Joker grabbed his gun, twirling it around.

"Any last words, Boy Wonder" Joker sang, loading the gun. Silence met the the villans ears. Joker pointed the gun, and shot twice at Damians chest, hitting both his lungs. Damian felt pain, then calmness. Nobody would save him now, he knew that. He didn't want to turn out like Jason, seeking revenge from everyone who wronged him. "I, forgive you" Damian stuttered out. He felt lightheaded, black spots taking over his vision.

Punchline felt tears prickle her eyes. She never liked Batman, but this poor kid got killed fighting for what is right. Fighting so they wouldn't do this to other people. The kids reaction clearly shocked the Joker too, he just stood there. The Joker must have felt bad, or maybe he just got bored, because he grabbed a knife and walked to Damian. The Joker hooked the end of the knife on Damians chin, lifting up his face. Damian stared into the Jokers eyes. Those angry, maniac, and sad eyes would be the last thing he sees as the Joker takes the knife and slits his throat.

Damian doesn't feel scared, he feels calm. A peacefulness crept its way into Damians chest. He was never scared of death, growing up with the Lazarus pit always there. This calmness was because Damian knew it was too late for him. The wave of emotion made Damian smile what would be his last smile. He knew the Joker was a bad person, but he was a person. Damian let the calmness grab him. There was no white light, just fading. Fading into afterlife, possibly. Blackness overtook Boy Wonders vision and he took his final gasp of air. The blood rushed out of his mouth and he let himself rest.

Punchline line wanted to reach out to the boy, wanted to cradle him in her arms and tell him it was going to be okay. They both knew it was a lie, but she could try to convince him. Convince Robin that Batman would come and save him, and he would wake up in him bed with people around him. Instead, He lied there in a beat up chair with broken bones and a broken heart. Punchline walked over to the camera and ended it. Not knowing what else to do she looked at the boy. Joker walked out, no guilt but maybe sorrow in his mind. That Robin reminded the Joker of himself. Always fighting and getting nothing in return.

Punchline walked over to the boy. Let a tear drop down her cheek she untied him. He had a weak pulse, and she knew no matter how fast Batman got here, he would die. Punchline sat down, and brought the boy into her lap. She held his head and rocked a little. She knew he died by know, but couldn't let go. Feeling his pulse, she lied him on the floor. She walked over to Robins belt, and pressed a red button on the side. This was a mistake, the boy was too young, bringing children into the war shouldn't have happened. She shouldn't have let this happen. Punchline walked out of the warehouse, feeling more broker then before. Batman should have came, should have stopped them.

Robins can't fly alone

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Writing this chapter broke my heart :(
I want to apologize for not getting chapters out alot, Highschool has been taking up lots of time, but the next chapter is gonna be the Batfam reacting to Damians death. I also want suggestions for super hero names. They can be female of male. Thanks!