Fill: Saying Goodbye (1/1)rise_your_deadDecember 17 2011, 08:06:15 UTC
There must be prayers to be said; somehow, some way. Michael's tongue felt like lead in the back of his throat, cool and heavy.
Fiona hid her sadness behind a façade of anger. That and her cache of heavy weapons helped her survive every mild fall and major lift. "Don't stand with your cock waving in the bloody breeze," she demanded.
He turned to Sam - Sam who was the most devastated by their loss, who turned to Michael with confused, panicked look on his face. "Mike. You gotta do it."
Michael closed his eyes and crossed his hands before him. No poet could have done what he was about to do with finesse. He would try his damndest to make this count.
defining moment - PG, gen, mish-mash of various DCU sourcestigriswolfFebruary 1 2011, 16:11:25 UTC
The kid is down on his knees, coughing up blood. The Joker (and of course it's the fucking Joker, it's always the Joker) is laughing that goddamned mad scientist cackle that haunts Jason's nightmares and waking moments, and Batman is out of town helping Dickie-boy with some catastrophe so he's not here to swoop in and save this Robin like he didn't the last one
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Fiona hid her sadness behind a façade of anger. That and her cache of heavy weapons helped her survive every mild fall and major lift. "Don't stand with your cock waving in the bloody breeze," she demanded.
He turned to Sam - Sam who was the most devastated by their loss, who turned to Michael with confused, panicked look on his face. "Mike. You gotta do it."
Michael closed his eyes and crossed his hands before him. No poet could have done what he was about to do with finesse. He would try his damndest to make this count.
"Mom, we'll miss you.."
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THank you so much!
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