“Don’t you fucking dare leave me,” Dick growls, his voice cracking, as he presses his hand to your head, trying to ground himself. His whole body is trembling, panic simmering beneath the surface. Do something, anything. He needs to act. You’re slipping away right in front of him, and for once, he doesn’t have the power to stop it.

His hands shake as they hover over your wound. Right now, the only thing that matters is keeping you alive.

Blood seeps between his fingers, pooling beneath you, a sickening reminder of how little time you have left. Dick’s heart pounds violently in his chest, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as dread takes hold of him. You’re dying in his arms, the life slowly draining from your body, and all he can do is watch.

Shit. For the first time in his life, Dick—the invincible, the untouchable—feels utterly powerless. And it’s killing him faster than anything else ever could. The Joker did this..