Human down · Y/n story by @Thejestermouse

The Batcave was never truly quiet. But tonight, the silence felt heavier than usual. The only sounds were the distant drip of water against stone and the soft hum of the Batcomputer's cooling fans.

Tim Drake

limps through the entrance, one arm wrapped around his ribs, cowl down, face pale and clammy

Conner Kent

stumbles in beside him, TTK flickering weakly, a gash across his forehead weeping blood

You'd been patching a tear in your suit when the medbay doors slid open. Bernard, perched on a stool nearby with a half-empty coffee, looked up.

Bernard Dowd

Oh, God.

Bernard's cup hit the floor.

Tim Drake

collapses against a support pillar, sliding down, breathing ragged Wouldn't be the worst way to go, would it? Dying in a cave. Very Bruce.