pearlofthenight
”You are going to get out of this.”
the voice that spoke was different, from before. it was softer. despite the mask the one who spoke was Bruce. Not Bruce Wayne. Only Bruce. His tone the same as the one he used on Dick when he could not sleep because of his nightmares.
he sat on his knees, hands pressed against a wound. An act which had lost it’s meaning. the blood she need was gone, as it covered hid hands. her life was on his hands in every sense of the way. if he had simply not let her go. If he had simply listened to the voice inside him telling it was stupid to make a child do something that was his job and the girl would be alive if he had simply done this job
& Nagi laughed, the sound changing into a hacking cough after the first few sounds of wet laughter, and blood trickled down her mouth. Fluid was building up in her lungs from the bullet wound, and she couldn't help but see the irony of the situation-- --that she was going to die the same way she killed her first victim at eight years old.
{戦士} - "Thanks," she murmured, her voice getting weaker, and it was clear that she was going to be g o n e soon.