Superbat: Seven Days of Bloom and Decay

The light vanished in an instant. Only Bruce's body remained, like a falling star scattering across the moonless night, giving off one last glimmer of silvery white. It slowly dissolved into light, then disappeared completely into the darkness. A rose fell beside Clark's pillow. It was still blooming, a vivid red rose as if it had absorbed someone's blood, lying quietly there. In Clark's dream, the sun was setting. Bruce, sitting beside him, looked unreal in the evening light, and somehow a whole mountainside of red roses had bloomed behind them. Everyone has their own fate, their own path, even when their blood and bones become one, because no one can be an exception. I'm new here, so I'm testing the waters to see whether I should serialize a longer work here later.