Hey kid, just ta be sure, ye know it's not yer fault right? Ye weren't too late or sumthin', it was just meant ta go that way, ta end this shittily...
â @the-last-laughing-magician
"Oh don't start Constantine." There was a shaky breath in his words.. Terry was trying to hold himself together... as he was rubbing his wrist where that watch used to sit.. around his wrist.
"I should've stayed in fucking Gotham, I should've stayed here.. No I can't stop a heart attack! But I could've stopped him being alone! That's all I want!.." Terry took a long breath.. as he rubbed his face.. wiping away the tears.
"..Even as stubborn as he was.. He didn't deserve to die alone like that.."
No matter what you do, you're always a second late.
Tw: death, mentioning of gaging/ almost vomiting, self guilt, Terry can't process death correctly, Terry now has two nickles
This was supposed to be a normal summer, back in Gotham for a few months. Mostly try to come around to the old man. Well this version of Bruce.. Terry was slowly coming around in his terry type of way, as he opened the door to the manor.. Terry could feel the shift, something was wrong.. him narrowing his eyes.
"Bruce?" Terry called out , walking into the manor he was on high alert.. as he was walking through the manor. Opening doors, looking inside and calling out, "Bruce? Where the hell are ya?" Each time he opened a door or entered a new part of the manor.
Terry looked down towards the cave.. that's the only place he hasn't checked yet.. Something in his gut was saying 'get someone else' Terry didn't listen.. him moving through the secret passage way to the cave.
"Bruce? You down here?" There's no where else for him to be.. Terry let out a sigh.. as he walked down seeing the computer actively having a case on it. Terry didn't mind that, he'll help on it later. He's just confused why Bruce didn't answer back when he called out. He didn't even do his grumble.
"Of course you're down here-" There was a smell..a nauseating smell. One that made Terry cover his mouth, as he had to swallow to bile trying to come up.. Something then clicked.. he knew this smell.. Terry shouldn't recognize this smell-
That's what made him rush to Bruce's chair, only to relize- "No, no, no-" Terry had tears prick his eyes, looking at the static old man.. whos eyes where open.. It looked like he was here for a few days.
Terry's brain was rushing.. as he stepped away.. his eyes shaking like tears where gonna fall.. as he clawed his arms.. soon feeling for his watch.. His Watch! Terry quickly messed with it, sending himself a few moments before it should've happened.
Everytime he even tried to say anything, he got sent back here.. to the correct time of the timeline.. he did it about twenty.. no thirty, fifty.. fifty-five times. Fifty-five times of watching the few seconds before Bruce died.
Terry threw the watch angrily on the ground, mindlessly stomping on it. He was angry.. he was sad. He couldn't save one Bruce, he now couldn't save two.. Terry was in the middle of the cave, his brain trying to figure out what to do.
As he just looked up.. at the bats of the cave.. more trying to look at the ceiling and beyond.
"Whatever God that exists. Fuck you! Fuck you! I just wanted twenty minutes atleast with my dad!..."
Well a version of him.
Terry took a deep breath as tears where still in his eyes.. walking back over to the chair.. and the screen.. The case didn't matter.. as Terry shakily turned off the bat-computer.. as he looked at Bruce's body.
Oh.. he was rotting.. not the point.. Terry slowly closed Bruce's eyes.. "You did it dad.. You can rest now.. I'll take it from here.. You can rest.. Go be with everyone okay..? Go be with your kids.."
Terry chuckled that last part out through a hicupped sob.. Oh.. he's gonna have to make an unhappy phonecall...
... Ye didn't notice yer foot was broken for a full week? An' ya just... walked on that? Hum... What? Ye live with the so-called world's greatest detective an' he didn't notice that bit? Or one of yer many siblings? Seriously? How do the lot of ya manage pain?!
Oh god the blond one is here. Oh no, whatever shall I do... that's sarcasm by the way.. Since most of you ex robins tend not to understand, but I blame the Bat.. Hes riddled with the aura of autism.
Oh god the blond one is here. Oh no, whatever shall I do... that's sarcasm by the way.. Since most of you ex robins tend not to understand, but I blame the Bat.. Hes riddled with the aura of autism.
Oh god the blond one is here. Oh no, whatever shall I do... that's sarcasm by the way.. Since most of you ex robins tend not to understand, but I blame the Bat.. Hes riddled with the aura of autism.