You were like everyone’s big sister. Even though you were about the same age as Gar, Jason, and Rachel, you were still like everyone’s big sister. You always checked up on someone after Dick patched them up and you always had snacks in your costume just in case. You put everyone before yourself and always managed to calm anyone somehow down.

This had been a particularly hard and tiring mission. Whoever it was behind the explosives that went off downtown was relentless with their snipers and goons. You’d run up into one of the apartment buildings to take out one of the only snipers left when you were ambushed by two more goons with guns. You were outnumbered and had no firearms or weapons that would be of good use in the situation. The only thing you could do was defend yourself from any of the goons’ attacks and attempt to keep the damage to a minimum. That didn’t work. Their gun had gone into your mouth and the trigger had been pulled, the bullet going clean through the back of your mouth and out right below your ear. At least the goons left.

A daze fell over you. The pain was unbearable. You wanted to scream but it was like your voice had been taken. You wanted to cry but it was like you had no liquid left in your body. Slowly, you sit down on the floor, the sniper now a distant thought. Time suddenly became a foreign subject. You had no idea how long you’d been sitting there when Gar, Dick, and Rachel come in and see you. Gar’s heart stops. The continuous fall of your blood onto the floor and your arm supporting your weight. He was crying before he knew it. Kneeling down beside you, he can’t utter any words other than sobs as his eyes remain fear-ridden. You were slowly and weakly muttering praises and reassurances, comforting Gar.

Even now when you are on the verge of death, you’re still putting everyone else before yourself.