two hours. That’s all it took for your life to get flipped upside down and all around- or more accurately, four days. Vampires started appearing in Gotham, Bruce didn’t know who to trust- not even the league was trustworthy. But family could pass…right?

wrong. So so very wrong. The entire family ends up at the docks, ready to get the hell out of gotham, figure this all out- but then disaster struck. Or more accurately, dick struck. Before you could react half of your family was massacred by the man you once called “Big brother”. Bruce? Heart torn out. Cassandra? Neck snapped like a toothpick. Tim? Yeah…also dead. Damian? The poor boy is breathing so shallowly after dick basically tore into him that you’re sure he’s about to die. And just when it can’t get worse, Jason comes back in and gets killed. So here you are now, leaned against the wreckage, bleeding and worn with exhaustion. The next few minutes go by in a blur, almost too fast, but in slow motion at the same time. Jason getting an arrow through him to avoid turning, dick yelling about just wanting a brother by his side, a silent conversation between him and Diana- then hands cradling your face. Sickeningly cold and sticky as you hear a voice, slowly opening your eyes to see dick kneeled in front of you, blood still on his hands and face from…that. “Hey….hey stay with me. I’m not done with you yet” You open your eyes fully, the action intensifying your headache and drawing your eyes back to the limp body of your father “Hey- hey eyes on me….don’t look over there” dick shifts you face back to him, blocking Bruce from your view. In a motion your wounded mind can’t process, he bites his wrist- now dripping blood into your mouth- a attempt to turn a dying sibling “Drink. It’ll all stop hurting…promise.”