Prologue
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Batcave, March 22, 2013
Batman sagged into the chair, the old metal creaking under his bulk. He spun lazily in his chair towards the back of the cave. His eyes traveled up the darks wall of the cave: past the dinosaur, the penny, all the way up to the display glass.
Batman stared at the glowing cases. Three red, yellow, and green uniforms, each a little different than the last, and one feminine bat-themed uniform were highlighted in these cases. Pulling down his cowl, Bruce found himself rising up to examine the uniforms a little bit closer.
Approaching the glass cases, Bruce raised a hand to the last case, the black, Batgirl's uniform. He let his hand drag as he walked down the row. He paused in front of each costume, stating in his head who had worn it and why the uniform was here and not in use anymore.
Barbra Gordon, shot to the spin, loss use of legs. Currently Oracle
Tim Drake, new identity. Currently Red Robin
Jason Todd, deceased. Currently Red Hood
Batman hesitated as he approached the last case. This one probably caused the most amount of guilt in his heart. Just then, the massive computer behind Batman alerted him to an incoming message from the Watchtower.
"Superman to Batman!" Came a stressed, baritone voice.
"Speak." Batman order, using his bass voice, adding a slight growl of frustration.
"It appears Ra's al Ghul is finally striking." Superman sounded like he wanted Batman to hurry up and get ready to go. Batman new Superman could see him as he stared into the last case, the one holding the smallest uniform.
"Brief me when I get there." Batman said, finally dropping his hand. He pulled up his cowl.
"Roger." Superman's face disappeared from the screen.
"Happy Birthday, Richard." Batman whispered to the case, turning to face his personal Zeta tubes. The plaque at the bottom of the case flashing through his mind one last time before he disappeared to go help the League.
Richard Grayson, 1992, parent's death. Currently assumed dead/unknown.