Prompt Post - Part Six [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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But they don’t find him.
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Aqualad is the first one to approach him.
He’s on patrol in Gotham and Bruce knows that Aquaman must be close by. The League members are the only ones privy to his location at that moment, and there’s no way Aqualad could have searched all of Gotham in such a short amount of time.
Aqualad is hesitant. He lingers in Bruce’s peripheral vision for a few seconds before getting closer to where Bruce is perched on the edge of the rooftop.
“I apologize for…ah, intruding,” he says.
“Did you need something?” Bruce asks.
Aqualad’s calmness seems to have cracked slightly on the edges. “I….” He closes his eyes for a moment before continuing. “I want you to assign a new leader to the team.”
Bruce isn’t surprised. He’d been expecting that this was what Aqualad’s appearance was about.
“You’re quitting?” he asks.
Aqualad’s eyes open. “N-no! I just…I failed in my position. I failed…Robin.”
Bruce turns so that he’s facing the Atlantean. “You didn’t fail anyone. Half of the Justice League was there. I was there. If we couldn’t stop it from happening, you certainly couldn’t.”
Aqualad seems slightly shocked, like he was expecting to be punished. Bruce sighs.
“Kaldur,” he says quietly. “The team needs you. And Robin certainly isn’t ready to become leader yet.”
Aqualad’s jaw drops open for a moment, but he recovers quickly. “You found him?” And Bruce’s stomach jumps slightly at the hope in his voice.
“No,” he answers. “But I intend to.”
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“I think you need to…face the possibility, Bruce,” Clark says softly. “Martian Manhunter and his niece both said that Dick’s thoughts cut off too quickly for it to be natural.”
“He was knocked unconscious,” Bruce says confidently. “That’s the logical explanation.”
“We all love Dick,” Diana tries. “But we looked for hours and-”
“He’s not dead.”
The room goes quiet for a moment. Bruce can see how the League is starting to drop into mourning. Barry and Ollie are unnaturally quiet. Dinah is trying to hide the fact that she’s crying and Diana looks like she’s close to joining her. Clark appears stoic and solemn as always, but the stiffness in his posture makes it obvious that all he wants to do is punch a hole through a block of concrete.
“He’s not dead,” Bruce repeats, because if he keeps saying it, it makes it easier for him to believe.
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