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Drowning in your own blood was an odd sensation, an uncomfortable one to be exact. However he had no room to complain. He could only stare at the light overhead his sweet mother. Trying and failing to gaze into her eyes as tears fell down and hit his cheek. He smiled at least, hearing in the background of his father's grunting and punches flying.
He knew despite what everyone thought of him, he knew that he was going to die today. Within his mother's arms and his father seeking justice for him. He knew as he tried to look at his mother, her tears running down his face as his blood bleed onto concrete. He knew as his father finally stop, his footsteps echoing in the alley. An ending to the song that played.
He knew and for the life of him he didn't want to leave. To still be able to played and laugh with his family, bugged Alfred till he have him cookies. To still feel his mother running her fingers through his hair at the end of the day. To feel the sun, the warmth and not the bitter cold in Gotham's dark streets. However fate had different plans tonight, he would die as his parents lived on. Mourning for his lively laugh, his sunny smile, his warming presence in the room.
He could feel the dark closing in, hear the bells tolling in the distance. Signifying a loss soul, he breathe in and finally out. His last warm breathe into the sobering cold.
He closed his eyes, with his blood running down the side of his mouth, his clothes dirtied with his blood. Cradled in his mother's arms, like the day he was born, where he cried and yelled out his presence to the world.
He closed his eyes, looking to be asleep everyday he get tucked into bed by his father. Tickling him till he blushed red, with his blue eyes alight with life.
He closed his eyes, to the sound of his mother's wails and his father's footsteps, to the sound of ringing.
He closed his eyes and look to be peaceful with a bullet wound.
He closed his eyes and never opened them again.
He closed his eyes.
He closed his eyes.