*spams you all with fic of w00bie*
Title: Started life all over again
Summary: I will keep the color of your eyes when no other in the world remembers your name.
Author's Notes: Summary from The Last Unicorn movie. Title from Humdrum.
Inspired by a chat with razorsmile.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters described herein; DC has all.
He doesn't remember all of them, everybody he knew and fought. He remembers the first Robin, and the third. He remembers the sixth -- Rose should never have carried that name.
He doesn't remember the seventh, or the ninth, or the twenty-first, any more than he remembers the fourth Batman or the eighth Batwoman.
Eventually they just got called the Bat. Most of the kids aren't trained worth shit anymore, but then neither are the Bats. Hell, the oldest Bat in the whole group is only twenty-three.
He's not sure whether Wayne would be embarrassed at what his legacy's turned into or proud that there are fifteen Bats and forty-two Robins working New Gotham right now, and they're doing more than holding their own.
Sometimes wonders what would horrify the man more, that half the soldiers wearing his colors are meta or that the youngest Robin is five years old.
He remembers Grayson a hell of a lot better than he remembers any Nightwing that followed him, even the Todd kid. It's been... a long time.
He stopped bothering to keep the Titans straight after the fourth time he didn't know anybody on that team.
He remembers everything about his children.
He remembers everything about his -- first and only -- wife, right down to the way her hand curled around a gun and the twist of her mouth when she smiled.
Adeline has been dead for longer than New Gotham has existed.
Nobody else in ten galaxies but the historians who focus on pre-colony Earth-That-Was knows what a bullet looks like. Nobody but him knows what one *feels* like.
He's always known immortality would be a bitch. He just never expected to feel this lonely.
-- Finis
Summary: I will keep the color of your eyes when no other in the world remembers your name.
Author's Notes: Summary from The Last Unicorn movie. Title from Humdrum.
Inspired by a chat with razorsmile.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters described herein; DC has all.
He doesn't remember all of them, everybody he knew and fought. He remembers the first Robin, and the third. He remembers the sixth -- Rose should never have carried that name.
He doesn't remember the seventh, or the ninth, or the twenty-first, any more than he remembers the fourth Batman or the eighth Batwoman.
Eventually they just got called the Bat. Most of the kids aren't trained worth shit anymore, but then neither are the Bats. Hell, the oldest Bat in the whole group is only twenty-three.
He's not sure whether Wayne would be embarrassed at what his legacy's turned into or proud that there are fifteen Bats and forty-two Robins working New Gotham right now, and they're doing more than holding their own.
Sometimes wonders what would horrify the man more, that half the soldiers wearing his colors are meta or that the youngest Robin is five years old.
He remembers Grayson a hell of a lot better than he remembers any Nightwing that followed him, even the Todd kid. It's been... a long time.
He stopped bothering to keep the Titans straight after the fourth time he didn't know anybody on that team.
He remembers everything about his children.
He remembers everything about his -- first and only -- wife, right down to the way her hand curled around a gun and the twist of her mouth when she smiled.
Adeline has been dead for longer than New Gotham has existed.
Nobody else in ten galaxies but the historians who focus on pre-colony Earth-That-Was knows what a bullet looks like. Nobody but him knows what one *feels* like.
He's always known immortality would be a bitch. He just never expected to feel this lonely.
-- Finis