This story is a sequel to another story I made called the beginning. I highly recommend you read that one first before starting this one. I promise this story isn't depressing, it will get better.

Reverse ages

Damian: 22

Tim: 19

Jason: 17

Dick: 15

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"It isn't your fault" Jason reassured putting an uneasy hand on Dick's shoulder.

"But if I..." Dick sobbed.

"This is on all of us" Damian interrupted "but he wouldn't want us to blame ourselves."

"It should have been me" Dick yelled into Damian's face.

"I can handle losing him. He meant a lot to me of course, But if I lost you…" Damian trailed off.

"Don't say those things" Tim said uneasily.

"Come on lets go home" Jason said putting his other hand on Dick's shoulder to guide him away from the burning building.

"Don't touch me" Dick yelled pushing Jason away and running away from his family and the burning building.

That was one week ago, one week since he died. Honestly it didn't feel real at all. It felt like a dream, no a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.

Swinging back and forth in the empty playground Dick sighed. Nothing felt real right now it felt like everything that has happened was a lie. It's been five years since his parents killed themselves and five years since he finally became free. But he should have known that peace wouldn't have lasted, he should have known that he would have put his family in danger. But he refused to believe it and live in that peaceful life. He remembered the words he said that day…

"Take me instead."

He kept yelling those words to the flames that surrounded the building, but no matter what he wasn't coming back.

Dragging his feet on the ground to stop the swing Dick let go of the chains and lowered his head, while grabbing his jean pants. Everyone around him suffers because of him. How could he sacrifice everyone else's happiness for his, he was so damn selfish. How could anyone even still care for him after this he had no idea? Your past can't be escaped no matter no matter how hard you try.

No that wasn't true, his brothers could never hate him. Well that's what they kept telling him that day. Saying it wasn't your fault over and over again, but that didn't stop him from blaming himself.

He couldn't go back home to Wayne matter he just could. Everyone was probably mad at him and searching all over but they would never find him here. They would think he wouldn't have the guts to come to this area. Getting off the swing and looking up at the area that was close to him Dick sighed.

He really wasn't brave enough to go over there. He has been at this park for hours trying to get enough courage but he just couldn't. In a way it felt wrong to even step foot in that area.

"I can't do this."

Dusting off his pants and took a step forward. He had to go over there, maybe it would make him feel better but he doubted it. Taking another step and another Dick stopped when he got to the big gate.

The cemetery was opened by a pure black gate. It was a private cemetery only for members of the Wayne household. Pressing his hand on the gate to open it Dick entered the place. It was cold and dark a place no one want to be not even in death. But when people die they have no choice.

Walking through the few graves that occupied this area Dick stopped at a giant one that. It was brand new because it had been placed there only a week before but the funny part was that there was no body in the grave.

They said that there was not enough to even see, so they just buried an empty casket. They were blown to pieces they said, they thought he got out but never saw him emerge from the building before it exploded. But that wasn't the worse part of it, that day they just didn't lose on man they lost two.

"I miss you Bruce."

That day he lost a father, everyone else lost the batman. Everyone in Gotham was in an uproar when batman vanished without a trace. Then after they leaned the Batman was dead the whole city went to chaos.

There were news reports all over the TV about Batman's death. That why he unplugged every TV in the manor. He just couldn't watch it anymore, the TV, it was on every station. . Going on about who killed the batman made him feel more and more guilty.

He may have not been the one who actually killed him but he might as well been. If he hadn't made his way into their family Bruce would still be alive. Damian would still have his father and Jason wouldn't be too depressed to even look at him and as for Tim, he went to the Teen Titans as their leader and hasn't come back since.

Maybe they were not looking for him, maybe they haven't even noticed he snuck out. Dick looked up at the sky when he felt a rain drop hit his face and another until it was pouring down upon him. He was raised to be a damn murder but he couldn't even make sure his family would be safe after the defeated his parents and Slade.

He should have known that as soon as Talia was released she would have gone after someone in the family. But he never said anything or brought it up and that caused Bruce his life. If he had just said something the day Bruce ran into that warehouse and told him he thought it was a trap maybe Bruce wouldn't have died. If he never went out that day to end the battle with Slade and his parents, Talia wouldn't have been captured and killed Bruce for revenge.

He should have just died that day and Bruce would still be here and everyone else would still be happy. He didn't just lose Bruce that day but in a way he felt he lost his brothers. None of them were the same after Bruce died. It probably hit Jason the hardest, which was a surprise. No one talked to each other and stayed away as much as possible. He really needed to find a way to fix all this and make everyone happy again. Just because he had to suffer from his past doesn't mean his brothers have to.

Tracing his fingers on the wording Dick sighed and made his way to the corner of the cemetery before sitting down and bringing his knees up to his chest and burying his head. There was no future for him and there never was. There wasn't a future for Dick Grayson and there wasn't one for Robin. He was all alone and it was for the best that he always will be.

Closing his eyes Dick fought the sleepiness that threatened to take over him but for once in his life he allowed it to consume him.

Dick slowly opened his eyes to find it pitch dark outside. He must have been asleep for a few hours, burying his head back into his arms Dick grimaced at the pounding headache that overtook him. His whole body was sore, he was soaked with sweat and he felt super-hot even though it was still raining an obvious sign of a fever and it had to be a high one.
It really didn't surprise him though, he hadn't been able to sleep all week or even keep food down since Bruce died. But honestly he didn't care he deserved this at least.

"Grayson"

Dick looked up with blurry eyes to see two blurry figures running towards him.

"Grayson" the voice said again

Dick looked up slightly at the two figures that were now standing by him. One was standing and looking at him while the other was looking away. Dick shivered and learned back into his arms as he felt a wave of dizziness hit him.

"Look at me"

Dick ignored the voice and continued to regulate his breathing. He wasn't ready to face them not yet he just wasn't ready.

"Damn he has a fever" the voice cursed

Dick looked back up at the figures and saw that the one who has been looking away was now closer to him and looking at him worriedly. The man placed a hand on his forehead and cursed under his breath.

"Oh my god Damian it's a high fever"

"Shit hurry and grab him we need to take him to the manor"

Dick was unable to hear the rest of the conversation because he soon found himself losing consciousness and then everything went black and his last thoughts being he never really won that battle five years ago, the battle was only just beginning.