Inevitable Death (Batfamily; G/K; #45: A Death in the Family)
Title: Inevitable Death
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Batman
Characters/Pairing: Batfamily
Rating: G/K
Challenge: #45: A Death in the Family
Word Count: 249
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners, not the author.
They were no strangers to death. They had each been visited by it at different times in their lives, afterwards, and in the in between moments. They had lost parents, siblings, teachers, and friends. They had felt the final breath go out of an enemy while their hands yet lingered upon their bodies. They had all died at least once only to come back to more suffering.
They should not be surprised by this moment. All of them had to have known, deep down, that it would come, but yet now that they were facing the actual grave, the inevitable seemed impossible. All of them wanted to cry at their impending loss. Even the bravest amongst them wanted to wail of how unfair this death was. None wanted to admit just how vulnerable losing this old friend would leave them.
Dick placed a comforting hand on Tim's shoulder. Jason paced nervously, wringing his hands with his need to pummel some one or thing. Alfred hovered, a silent sentry ready to defend and console but knowing, at this time, how to do neither. It was Bruce, as always, who finally broke the silence. "Well?" he persisted, leaning over Barbara's shoulder.
She tried again, then slammed her fist down with her frustration and wheeled away from her worktable. She shook her red head. "I'm sorry, Bruce. There's nothing I can do. The Batcomputer's dead." The bats suddenly flew, screaming, throughout the cave and echoing the sentiments of all who lived there.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Batman
Characters/Pairing: Batfamily
Rating: G/K
Challenge: #45: A Death in the Family
Word Count: 249
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their rightful owners, not the author.
They were no strangers to death. They had each been visited by it at different times in their lives, afterwards, and in the in between moments. They had lost parents, siblings, teachers, and friends. They had felt the final breath go out of an enemy while their hands yet lingered upon their bodies. They had all died at least once only to come back to more suffering.
They should not be surprised by this moment. All of them had to have known, deep down, that it would come, but yet now that they were facing the actual grave, the inevitable seemed impossible. All of them wanted to cry at their impending loss. Even the bravest amongst them wanted to wail of how unfair this death was. None wanted to admit just how vulnerable losing this old friend would leave them.
Dick placed a comforting hand on Tim's shoulder. Jason paced nervously, wringing his hands with his need to pummel some one or thing. Alfred hovered, a silent sentry ready to defend and console but knowing, at this time, how to do neither. It was Bruce, as always, who finally broke the silence. "Well?" he persisted, leaning over Barbara's shoulder.
She tried again, then slammed her fist down with her frustration and wheeled away from her worktable. She shook her red head. "I'm sorry, Bruce. There's nothing I can do. The Batcomputer's dead." The bats suddenly flew, screaming, throughout the cave and echoing the sentiments of all who lived there.
The End