PLEASE READ THIS WITH THE MUSIC AT THE TOP PLAYING!!! It's just a preference b/c it's really good and it fits with the story.

Im currently writing this in a crazy French class so here

J'aime faire du patin à glace

I'm pretty sure that's the right spelling but whatever.

I'm sorry for the heartbreak (not really) in the last chap but u would be legally blind if you didn't see a sad chap coming.

But anyway let's move on to the story.....

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Damian layed in a white bed, the beeping of a heart monitor is all that could be heard in eerly quite room.

'What's going on?... Where am I?.....Am I alone?' White it was everywhere....

Dick sat next to the bed, holding Damian's unnaturally pale hand. 'Too small, too quiet, too cold' he thought as he examined the hand. His face holding a blank expression that didn't seem to belong on his normally smiling face. His eyes filled with tears that threatened to spilled out and he thought of what Damian would say if he saw him right now, "Really Grayson? I am not dead, I would never let that psychopath be the end of me hah! So stop crying, you look like a weak fool." Dick bit his lip as tears came down faster and he wrapped his arms around himself.

(Oh sh*t I'm doing it again... The sweating through my eyes thing)

The ghostly figure looked around at the white space. His silvery gray eyes looked around and he walked forward. To nowhere it would seem....

Tim as usual sat in the corner of the room, far away from other people but this time instead of doing it because of his nervousness it was of guilt. Him and Damian were always fighting and arguing with each other, 'What if he had died? What if.......I didn't have enough time to say sorry?' He thought to himself, shaking slightly.

As he continued walking he noticed he was wearing plain white robes, he looked confusedly down at himself but kept walking. He didn't know why he was but it felt right, it felt as if something was waiting for him.......or someone

Cassandra sat in one of the many hospital chairs, back straight up in the uncomfortable furniture. Her eyes locked on the faintly breathing child in the bed and she felt longing, longing to know the boy her brother lived with, longing to know the boy her sister talked about, longing to know the boy her other brothers spent time with, longing to know the boy her adopted family loved so dearly. Longing to.......Actually meet him and find out who he was cause he was just like her, raised by loveless assassins that never cared about anyone and suddenly brought into a world with emotions and feelings that were so confusing and different than what they had faced. She brought her head down, eyes trained in her lap and she felt longing to be with her little brother.

He walked but felt weird, when you walked you could feel your weight pushing down on the hard ground but this didn't seem like ground it felt airy and smooth. He continued and in the distance his silver eyes found something, the thing he was walking for.

Stephanie stood with silent tears running down her pale face. Why did she not come to the party? She could've helped him, her baby brother. The boy that even if he annoyed the hell out of you, you couldn't help but love. 'It should've been me, he's to little for this' she thought hearing the knocking on the door again but ignored it. Jason refused to let Bruce in and- oh god Jason. Jason was taking this by far the worst out of all of them, she sighed as she looked at Jason.

He ran at it and closer and closer the object got. He was now standing a little far from it, no not an it a her. He wasn't alone.....

Jason had his head in his hands as his body shakes with silent sobs. He looked back up at the pale body on the bed and reached a hand out to pull the strands of midnight black hair away from the young face. He had almost lost him, the child he had unwillingly come to love, he had known that getting close to someone would lead to heartache but Damian was different, he was just like him when he was little and he knew how much he needed to be loved. Damian was special, he had never met anyone like him before and Jason realized that he was so lonely before and when he came he felt loved again and wanted........

He felt happy.

Her brown-black hair waved as wind came circling around them, her narrow silver eyes locked on him with and she smiled, a most beautiful and warm smile.

She wore an angelic white dress that only had one shoulder and came down to her feet which he noticed were bare just like his, the angel put out an inviting hand wanting him to grab it. As he looked closely at the familiar tan face, he knew immediately who it was

Bruce stood outside the hospital room, pacing back and forth worryingly. He felt so much guilt, he had known Joker was going to be there but he thought that Damian's precious Jason was going to be there and that he would protect him because he had thought Damian didn't need him anymore but it seemed like he did. Jason was ignorant and stubborn and if he wanted Damian to be completely safe he would have to do it himself.

His eyes widened and he looked at the hand, hesitantly he took it. It felt warm and he liked it, she smiled wider down at him and he smiled back, "Let us go, my dear Ibn al xu'ffasch." She said in a soft voice and they walked on again.

"Tonight at one of Bruce Wayne annual parties, the Joker came in and took all if the guests as hostages. Damian Wayne, the son of Bruce Wayne, was brutally beaten close to an inch from death and he is currently being treated in Central Gotham Hospital. After the brutality thankfully Batman and shockingly Red hood came to the rescue and Joker is again behind bars."

The tv on every home played as the citizens of Gotham wept and prayed for the little boy currently laying in a hospital bed in a coma.

Gotham's youngest prince.

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That was so sad, I really need to stop writing these heartbreaking chapters

But on a happy note YAY AT LEAST DAMIAN DIDNT DIE

YOU'RE WELCOME

OMG I just wrote over 1000 words

I'll update soon

Bye

- Magictwist377

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