@patroklides asked: “ we both know i’m not walking out of this one. it’s okay, alright? it’s okay… just… do me a favor, will you? will you make them pay for this? i don’t care how. but… don’t let them get away with it. ” dick -> tim
❛ di一 nightwing, i’m not letting you die here一 ❜ his hands are slick with blood where he’s taken his gloves off to more effectively triage the jagged wound torn through dick’s abdomen. he stares at the way the liquid catches the light.
somehow, he always forgets how warm it feels before it goes tacky. 98.6 degrees fahrenheit on average ( and dick’s test results are always so picture perfect ). nearly five liters in an adult male of his size. 40% lost and dick dies. two liters. at least half that already stains the ground around them. too much. it’s too much and tim can’t make it stop.
he can’t make it stop.
dick is going to bleed out here because of him. he curls his body around his older brother, shaking his head. ❛ please, ❜ he begs, like it’s anywhere near enough to stop this. ❛ please, don’t一❜
more blood oozes out from his attempts at a bandage and tim shakes. dick is going to die here.
he steels himself. there’s no time for a breakdown. he has to get out of this. teeth sink into his lip hard enough that he tastes metal. pulling back, he cups dick’s face in one hand. rage burns through him as he looks down at his dying brother, thrumming through his veins with an indescribable heat. he’ll kill them. fuck bruce’s rules, he’ll kill each and every one of these stupid villains. he’ll make them pay for this.
❛ i promise, ❜ he says, voice thick with pain and anger and grief. ❛ i won’t let them get away with this or anything like it ever again. ❜
















