I own nothing you recognize.

This came to me when I was watching a you-tube video. Don't hate me.

I kick down the door. Ready for anything that might be behind it.

What I see is Joker, Joker holding a gun on Robin in his left hand, and a obvious detonator button in his right hand.

He smiles his creepy, "Something horrible is about to happen." smile.

Oh shit.

"Hello Batman." He cackles.

I stare at him, frozen in place. I know that he's going to make some kind of threat.

His smile just widens. He knows I know what is going to happen.

My eyes move to Robin, slumped against the wall, hands tied behind his back, slight trail of blood leaving his mouth.

Anger fills my veins. I clench my fists at my sides.

"I have a question for you Batman, should I shoot your little birdie, or should I push this button and blow up Gotham Clinic?" He cackles menacingly.

My eyes widen. Now, in addition to the anger, fear is moving through me.

I keep my mouth firmly closed. I will not answer this question, but then he'll just pick himself, and he'll probably pick to shoot Robin.

I can't let him blow up the clinic, but I can't let him shoot Robin.

He smiles again, wider, more menacing. He's going to pick himself soon.

Robin stirs, gently shaking his head. He looks me right in the eye. I know that he knows the choice, I'm sure Joker explained the whole situation to him before I even got here. I know he wants me to save the hospital, I know that he thinks all of their lives are worth more than just his life. I look Joker right in the eyes. I can't tell if he understands my decision. But I know that what happens is what he wanted.

His smile widens, I don't know how that's possible. His laugh returns and I almost cringe.

He let's go of the detonator in his right hand it falls to the ground. I know he has understood my decision.

The finger on the trigger pulls back and the world almost slows as Robin looks up at me with understanding eyes.

I look at him apologetically. I know it won't ever make up for what I've done today.

The tears that fill my eyes don't drop, I don't allow them.

When the bullet hits him I close my eyes.

Joker laughs manically and scarily. His eyes open wide and look ridiculously bloodshot.

I stand in the graveyard. Over the grave of my only son.

Dick Grayson, the first Robin.

RIP My son, you deserve it.

I know it was horrible, that's what happens when you get ideas when watching youtube.

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