Prompt Post - Part Eight [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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The bowl of popcorn Robin was holding crashed into the ground, glass breaking with a loud and jolting noise and drew all eyes and attention to the boy wonder.
Robin could only stare. He stood stock-still, unable to move or take action because of the violent, contradicting emotions and impulses roiling through his body. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but at the same time he knew what she was - not his mother, just a M’gann that looked like her.
His mother was standing right there. Her beautiful face and her loving eyes and her calloused yet soft hands, her comforting arms and warm chest, her powerful legs and strong gait -
The last time he had seen that face was when it had fear and agony frozen upon it, a face of death. Blood splattered everywhere and pooled underneath her, those same arms and legs broken and twisted and covered in blood. He could remember the sickening crack of her skull as it hit the unforgiving earth…
“Robin…?” she said, with a concerned and confused look on her face.
Her voice. It was her voice. Last he had heard it she was screaming his name, screaming in fear…He could only dream and pray and cry to hear that voice again, wanting so desperately to hear it every time he kneeled in front her tombstone and asked her questions like are you ashamed of me? I am so sorry…would you be proud? Of all the people I’ve helped, how hard I’m trying? Using everything you taught me to fight, to help…
Do you still love me?
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