He feels so much in just a handful of seconds.

There's the familiar, local sense of desperation while his life is in balance--and old friend of a sensation. There's shame because he's following through with his plan, and he almost wants to enjoy the flush, delicious delight that comes when he starts connecting with the crowbar. There's pity, obviously. And then enlightenment, which isn't as assuring and encompassing as he'd always expected it to be.

There's a blade sticking through his chest and he hadn't even felt it go in. He hadn't even seen it coming. The realization that it had completely slipped past him--as easily as it had slipped into him--comes with a memory of his father. Dad, oh God!

Tim feels the unfairness of it all, for despite all of the obstacles in Jason's life, the boy never once had to watch his father die.

It's something Tim shares with Bruce, with Dick. It's something he doesn't want to share, but it's also something that Jason can't take away. That twisted, gloating stare doesn't bother the injured for that single reason.

Tim feels so much.

He feels so little.

Then nothing.

Surprise. He feels...surprise. With waning thoughts of Jack, Tim expects to have met the other immediately. Death had come faster than any clinging curiosity of whether or not he'd find Kon, or Bart or mom on the other side.

But they're not there. Just...

Bruce.

Tim feels surprise, but he doesn't feel shame. He knows the shame should be there, but it's not. I failed. I died. I came right on your heels and I know you would have expected better of me but...

But no shame.

Bruce!

And finally, the other turns. And there's no feeling there either.

No. It's not distressed. It's not sad or commanding. It's just 'No.' It's not your time.

Tim catches the traces of jealousy. There's a part of him that is feeling cheated. Finally, he's found the other. In this impossible to reach place, he's finally caught Bruce hiding. Now the other can come back. Now Batman and Robin can be together.

No.

And then Tim feels again. There's a brief congestion of emotions, before he settles on empty.

Drained, alone--No.

Alive.