Rated G!
This fic is the result of a 150 Word Challenge issued on the Bludhaven Mailing List Thanks for the splendid idea!
Falling Toward FoeverAn Azrael Ficlet by Dannell Lites |
Falling ...
Falling ...
Falling toward forever.
'I should have wings,' he thought. 'Angels have wings, non? Where are my wings? Father! You *lied* to me.'
His chest was on fire.
'Armor piercing bullets,' he knew, rational now. 'What is it with the Azrael's, windows, and armor piercing bullets, I wonder? Ah, Dieu! It hurts ... '
Not as much as when he hit the ground.
The world exploded; myriad shards, sharp and cutting. When he came to himself there were hands upon his body. Gentle hands, comforting. Hands ... and a Voice.
"Rest easy now, son," said the deep baritone voice of Bruce Wayne.
"F-Father?"
"No."
The body in The Batman's arms convulsed. "Ah! Ah!"
The arms about him tightened in succor and Jean-Paul Valley smiled as he slid into blessed unconsciousnes.
"Father ... " he whispered.
The End