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"Come on Dick. In and out, in and out, please keep breathing," Jason's ragged voice begged. "Ok, Dami? Pull out the knife in 3... 2... 1... NOW!" Both heroes winced at the hair curling scream that emitted out of the ex-hero's mouth.
"Jason, should we take Dick to the Batcave, or go help Dad with capturing Tim?" The tear stained 11 year old asked his older brother.
"Just help me wrap the wound and and then I'll deciedl," replied Jason.
~~~SIX MONTHS EARLIER~~~
"I'm sorry, but Master Dick has just died in a car crash," Alfred just informed: Bruce, Jason, Tim, Barbra, and Damian, that the beloved Dick Grayson died. Bruce is silently crying, Barbra, Tim and Jason are in varying state of denial and shock. And Damian? Poor Damian, he's now curling into a ball, and slowly sinking to the floor crying, and has just learned the true meaning of pain. It's unfair but everyone in the room knows that this would most likly happen at sompoint. By now Jason has fully accepted that Dick's gone, and Jason's is going to his room. Alfred has notice, and follows the (somwhat) young master to the bedroom.
"Master Jason, may I come in?" The old butler asked as as knocked. "I have somthing for you," was how the butler has been getting into the room for years.
"What do you want Alfred?" Jason asked as the door opens.
"I want to give you this, Master Dick wanted me to give this to you if anythig ever happened to him," He states as he hands Jason a envelope that says on the front "What to after I die, and and how to be a better big brother". Without anything better to do, Jason opens it.
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