This fic is the result of a 150 Word Challenge issued on the Bludhaven Mailing List Thanks for the splendid idea!
Falling Toward Foever
An Azrael Ficlet by Dannell Lites
Falling toward forever.
'I should have wings,' he thought. 'Angels have wings, non? Where are my wings? Father! You *lied* to me.'
His chest was on fire.
'Armor piercing bullets,' he knew, rational now. 'What is it with the Azrael's, windows, and armor piercing bullets, I wonder? Ah, Dieu! It hurts ... '
Not as much as when he hit the ground.
The world exploded; myriad shards, sharp and cutting. When he came to himself there were hands upon his body. Gentle hands, comforting. Hands ... and a Voice.
"Rest easy now, son," said the deep baritone voice of Bruce Wayne.
The body in The Batman's arms convulsed. "Ah! Ah!"
The arms about him tightened in succor and Jean-Paul Valley smiled as he slid into blessed unconsciousnes.
"Father ... " he whispered.