[identity profile] anotherknight.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] jla_watchtower
He's never wrong.

He never allows himself to be wrong.

But it's staring him right in the face.

A lapse in judgment.

An error.

The few strips of gauze he's pulled from the drawer just aren't going to be enough to fix this mess.

The blood soaked wad currently in his hand is hurled in the direction of the sink.

Date: 2007-09-25 10:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] femme-du-chat.livejournal.com
Selina steps in closer, fingers intertwining with his. As he lets a breath out, she takes one in slowly. Silently, she curses how weak she feels in this moment, the slow drain on her energy that has been occuring. It doesn't show on the outside.

Turning her head, she looks at Bruce, looks at his hand around her's, looks her his arm entwined with her own. She hadn't needed another reminder of how fragile a thing is life.

The tightening of her chest is mostly in her own mind.

Date: 2007-09-26 05:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] -nightwing-.livejournal.com
Head bowed against grief, Dick has to remove the dark glasses that shield his eyes, pressing the heel of his hand into them in turn. A white rose is laid on the coffin, a hand comes to rest briefly on its mahogany lid. He can't say goodbye. It's too much. But sotto voce, he will say two words that were a staple of his childhood, and of most of his adult life:

G'night, Alfred.

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