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Dick always believed that his death would be falling, he always thought that any other one would be wrong for him, so when his grapline snapped, he couldn't bring himself to hate it, he was born flying, so he could only die falling.
His parents fell to their deaths
so he fell too
He heard a crack and a worried voice, was it Barbara? She was asking for him to answer? He couldn't talk, maybe he was wrong, she could be saying nothing at all…
His vision was blurry and his body burned in pain
He was dying, he felt his blood built up under him, he felt his lungs getting heavier and heavier at each breath.
He fell, his line snapped just like it had done for his parents, Dick was dying, but he couldn't bring himself to care as his mouth was being filled by a metallic taste.
He heard voices calling him, but they were blurred and unrecognizable for him to figure out, but it's okay, he wouldn't need to try and hear them.
It was his end.
He was free
He had fallen and now his parents are waiting for him.
He was flying, he remembered Bruce.
He remembered the warm cape that protected him from all the dangers, he felt it be wrapped around him, Bruce was here, so he could rest, his dad was with him, so he could finally let himself sleep.
Sleep, yeah, it sounded right, he would just take a nap.
He smiled at the blurred figure of his dad and finally forced himself to say.
“L’ove y'a” his voice was rough, but Bruce heard him and answered “I love you too”, now everything was okay.
He could take a nap.
A nap that would last forever.