Midnight Over Gotham Chapter13
Time passed slowly, but there was a hell of a lot of it, Rook noticed. Drifting in and out of awareness, with nothing but his own thoughts and the occasional visitor, he was scared, bored and worried all at the same time.
It was like being in a bubble he simply couldn't burst. No matter what he tried, or how hard, he could not connect his mind with his body. It wasn't happening.
Ink visited the most, but he usually ended up feeling worse and guilty for not being able to sit up and hug her. She sounded so fragile.
"Rook. We need you. We miss you. I... I hate life without you."
Worse than Ink's visit was the one from Robbie, shortly after the night he had rescued him. He knew, although the boy did not speak, that it was him, even without the heightened senses he would have known. All he felt was a small hand on his, tucking the soft, furry mound of a small teddy bear under his fingers. Then he was gone.
He wanted to cry.
"You selfish bastard." Lance snapped one day. "Do you see what you'