Robin ran fast as he could, looking over his shoulder occasionally to make sure he wasn't being followed. He heard the sound of a cape, his eyes widening quickly. He ran up to the wall, climbing as fast as he could. He ran up to the wall, climbing as fast as he could. The teen kicked his legs at the building, slipping. Robin made a desperate noise as he slipped; falling back. He quickly crawled into the darkness, grabbing his legs as he tucked himself away. The boy rocked his body, holding his knees tightly to his chest.

His breath quickened, and he gripped onto his pants, pulling at the green cloth. He shook his head, hiding his face in between his knees; his body shaking. Hearing a small thud that echoed in the alleyway, he moved back against the wall. Robin bit down on his lip, tears streaming down his face. Quickly wiping them away with his arm, he pulled out the two smoke pellets, throwing them on the ground.

He quickly pulled out his zip-line and shot himself onto the building, running across the rooftops, jumping quickly. Robin ran across the last building, coming to a sudden stop; nearly falling off. He stared at the ground, trying to figure out if he would even make it if he were to jump. The Boy Wonder turned around to see the broad chest, the all too familiar symbol staring right into his face.

"Batman… Please. I… I couldn't. I didn't know how… Don't be mad at me." He stepped back more, the small bits of gravel falling to the floor behind him. "I'm your son! You can't do this to me."

"You were never my son. Your parents are dead. You're going to meet the same fate. A tragic death of The Boy Wonder." Batman brought his hand up, shoving the smaller chest of Robin.

His eyes widened, hands grabbing at the black suit, tripping backwards. He watched as he fell, unable to move from the fear, unable to move to save himself. Robin's cape snagged on a railing, ripping in two. A small gasp escaped his lips when his body slammed against the ground; he felt nearly every bone in his body break.

The thirteen year old stared up at the sky, watching the stars. He quickly decided that he didn't want it all to end here, not in this place, and not now. His arms slowly moved to lift himself off the ground, trying to get up.

Robin's spine twisted, gritting his teeth as he lifted himself. He lay on his side, everything below his waist screaming in pain, but he continued to pull himself up. The broken Boy Wonder lifted his head to see his adoptive father, his mentor in front of him. He stared up at him before he fell, his body finally at its limit. The Dark Knight watched the young boy before he left. Not turning back to even glance at him. Richard 'Dick' Grayson, the Boy Wonder, was dead.