"ROBIN!" someone shouted, but his mind was lost in the oblivion of pain. He could feel his body grow cold and that only made him scared as he fell back on the floor, holding his lower ribcage. He could feel the blood rushing out and his breathing became laborious. Deathstroke jumped back when a beautiful arrow came in between the assassin and injured bird.
"Artemis! Keep him busy!" Wally shouted, rushing over to the Bird on the floor, holding his wounded side.
"So not Asterous." Dick complains, for his side hurt to even breathe.
"Don't talk, Robin." KF addressed, putting pressure on the wound.
Dick nodded, but his vision got black spots and he felt his eyes slowly close. He could feel his heart slow and looked up to see Deathstroke smirk behind the mask before his eyes rolled back and his head fell back limply.
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Taken
Fanfiction(This is my take on how Robin became Nightwing) Dick Grayson is a loveable dork, but also a mischief brat. There really is no inbetween for our young bird. But what happens when he gets stabbed by Deathstroke and nearly dies? What will his team thin...
