Jason's POV- April 27th

The cool metal was repeatedly hitting me, leaving harsh red marks on my skin. The delusional clown's laugh was all that I heard as the pain seared through my body. 'It's okay' I kept repeating to myself, I knew Bruce would come to save me. He always did. But as the Joker left me for dead my confidence in Bruce started to flatter. And was completely gone moments later when the persistent ringing of a bomb filled the air. I knew that Bruce always saves me but I was slowly accepting that this time he wouldn't.

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Dick's POV-April 27th

(1) Missed call from Bruce

(10) Missed calls from Alfred

My guy's night in the cave with Wally was interrupted by the multiple calls from my family. I left Wally to his own his own devices for a few minutes to call Alfred back. He answered before the first ring could even finish. Alfred's voice soon filled my ears, though I could quickly tell that something was wrong because of the stressed tone to his normally calm voice.

"Master Dick, I'm afraid that I have some bad news, Master Jason is... dead" his voice trembled as he spoke.

I quickly sped towards the zeta-tube, and was already out of the alley that the zeta-tube had transported me to before it could say "Nightwing B-01".

As I made my way up the long drive of the Wayne Manor I kept thinking that this wasn't real, it was just a cruel prank that Jason was playing on me. But when I swung the door open the look on Alfred's face was all the conformation that I needed. Jason really was gone.

Regret, guilt, sorrow, pain, anger

That was all that I saw when Bruce finally turned to face me. I knew that he was blaming himself for Jason's death. But I also knew that the only way that we were going to get through this was together, as a family. I was pulled out of my thoughts by Bruce's embrace, where I finally let the tears pour out.

April 30th

Today was Jason's memorial service. I don't think that that I would have been able to even look at Jason's body if it hadn't been for the support that I had gotten from the original team. I had lost my parents when I was 8, but gained a new family with Bruce, Alfred and later Jason. Now a small part of my makeshift family had been ripped from me. I had lost my little brother.