Batman fanfic

[Shady Ultima]

So I wrote this fanfic about Batman. There are 3 Robins for anyone who doesn't know, and this is a story about the third one. Bruce Wayne has become an alcoholic because of the death of the 2nd Robin. Well, I hope you all enjoy.

Oh, it is a sad story.

Batman and Robin - Internal Demons

A dark night in Gotham city...
Tim Drake lays in the corner of his room in  Wayne Manor. The young man's face is covered in tears, and he sobs harder as he slowly brings a razor blade across his wrist. He gasps as the sharp edge breaks the skin, releasing dark crimson blood. He lays down on his back, facing the roof and thinks over his life as Batman's side kick.

It wasn't long ago when he met Batman. Shortly after Jason Todd's death, he sought out Dick Grayson, who was the original Robin, and tried to convince him to return to Batman's side. After Dick Grayson agrees to assist Batman, but not as Robin, Tim stole the Robin costume, and after helping Batman on a mission, Dick allows Tim to become the new Robin. After months of training, Batman allowed Tim to become the new Robin. Shortly after that, Tim moved into Wayne Manor to study with Bruce Wayne. It wasn't long after that Bruce began drinking. He held himself responsible for the death of Jason, and would drink himself into a stupor nightly to try and forget the guilt. He began to neglect his duties as Batman, sending the young Tim out solo or with Dick, now known as Nightwing. Bruce also became violent when he was drunk, and often would attack Tim late at night. Tim began to wonder if taking on the Robin role was the right decision, and became very depressed.

After weeks of the abuse, he began using drugs. Living in the Wayne manor, it was easy enough to steal money for the growing addiction to heroin that had started. By day he would shoot as much heroin as he could before passing out, and at night he began to cut himself. The depression did not go away though. It grew, and he was put in the hospital once by Bruce's butler Alfred. Although Bruce was worried for his young friend, it did not stop his severe drinking problem. If anything it got worse.

It had not been long since the last time that he had come out of the hospital, and here he was again, cutting his wrists. He began to wonder if it would ever end. He knew that Bruce did not think he had a problem.

Suddenly, loud shouts came from the hallway. Tim jumped to his feet, and ran to lock his door. As soon as he stepped away from the door, the handle was tried. Tim ran from the door, as Bruce began cursing in the hallway. Tim looked frantically around the room, and saw a belt. He grabbed the belt, and, tying one end to a beam on the roof, prepared to jump off his bed. The pouding on the door  got harder, and as he jumped, he whisperedd
"Goodbye... Cruel world"