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Dick was on the ground, clutching his chest and belly, there was so much blood as he cried, Bru- no, Batman was too busy racking the Joker, this was important to Bruce, Dick knew it was. He sobbed in pain as he wailed, trying to stop the bleeding with his small hands, he just wanted his parents.
Dick’s vision began to blur, seeing a black blob come running towards him, he sobbed as he grabbed his shoulder, he reached out the best he could, his smaller cape was soaked in his blood, at least if he did die he’d see his parents again, right?
Bruce didn’t know what was happening, one second he was fighting the joker without his robin, the next? He sat cradling Richard Grayson’s body as the small boy bled out rapidly. He held him tightly as he ran to the batmobile and wrapped dick up in his cape the best he could, they both knew it was warm under Batman's cape. He drove faster than he had ever driven before. He barely said a word, just held Dick against his chest muttering words of comfort.
“It’s alright, you’ll be alright Dick.” Bruce muttered as he carefully rearranged the boy's body in his lap with one hand, using his right hand to keep the wheel straight.
“..I don’t feel so good…I wanna..have a nap..” Dick said as he writhed in pain, it hurt Bruce to see his son like this. Dick was whimpering and whining so much as he got colder and colder, Bruce responded with “Don’t go to sleep, Dick, just a bit longer, I promise.”
When Bruce got to the batcave, Alfred was already there to at least help out the best he could, to help Bruce’s young ward. It had been…years since Alfred saw Bruce like this, not since the man's parents had died. Bruce carried the younger boys body out of the batmobile with him, Dick had stopped moving and making noise just outside of the cave. Alfred had decided it would be better for Bruce to not be in the room, the much older man didn't want to see his son like figure
It was hours before Alfred came back out of the batcave to see Bruce slumped on the floor, keeping a hand over his mouth as it set in. Dick- No. Richard Grayson was dead, the blood still evident on Bruce’s cape on the suit he hadn’t taken off just yet, The moment Alfred saw the scene, he rushed forward and gently rubbed Bruce’s back as he cried, Alfred would call Selina later to tell the woman the news, but first he would hold his son like figure until he calmed down or passed out.
“Master Bruce, perhaps you should…take the suit off. I’m sure it’s not..suitable for you to sleep in.” Alfred had said, rubbing Bruce's back in soothing circles like he had when he was younger.
**3 months later**
It had been months since the robins passed, Bruce hadn’t gotten another Robin, it was just too soon for replacing Dick. He was currently perched on a roof, watching for the Joker, he had been strangely silent since he had killed Robin. Bruce shut his eyes, blocking out the memory of burying dicks body. The funeral wasn’t big, it was just himself, Selina, Wally West, Barry Allen and Alfred had attended the funeral. He barely noticed Catwoman appear next to him, he turned towards her, not stopping the other as she pulled his cowl off once she knew it was clear, no risks of identity. He stared down at her, his blue eyes staying glued to her.
“..It isn’t safe for you to be out when he is out here somewhere, Selina.”
“Oh as if I can't protect myself, don’t you remember I am a criminal after all..I think you should go home. You don’t look well.”
“I’m not going until I know he's back in his hole.”
“Bruce, You’re tired, you’re grieving. I’ll come with you, I promise you it’ll be okay.” She murmured as she rested his hands on his chest, resting her head on his shoulder as she slowly moved her hands up his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Please, I hate seeing you like this.”
He just grunted in response, hesitantly wrapped his arms around her body as he put his forehead against hers, he rubbed her back as he took a deep breath, breathing in her scent. He would go back to the manor with Selina.
Once they made it back to the manor he practically collapsed into bed, followed by Selina once she had showered. They would get through this, they had to get through this. He missed hearing Dick’s excited steps running past his door, so when he went to sleep, he heard them once more.