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A/N: Hey this idea came to me...This is going to be a very angst filled fic.

Fallen-prologue

If time stood still it would be this day. Everything that had a purpose was now stalled things that were of importance paled. It was if life it's self finally demanded respect but to do that death had to take centre stage. The cycle of life can be a smooth transition but for Bruce...the only cycle he knew was jagged, unforgiving, as lethal as the attacks he delivered on a daily basis. Unlike the first time he experienced death this one was slow acting he could see it frame by frame every time he closed his eyes. It was like a poison coursing slowly in his veins. This time...this time. If he let it flow to his heart... he would not survive.

A hand gently grasped the bronze knocker tapping it gently against the door. When it was answered Alfred gave a empathetic look to the man standing on the landing.

"Mr. Jordan."

Hal mustered up a smile. "Hey Alfred. Sorry I'm late."

"Not at all sir. Times like these I find you can afford to be." The older man answered as he stepped aside to let the pilot in.

Hal removed his coat it had been ages since he actually was at Wayne manor. He patted the butler on the arm before he ventured further. He paused as he entered the vast living room. What took him aback wasn't the size but despite the amount of people in it was dawned in silence. They filled the room like pockets of air in a lake.

Looking about his eyes landed on one of his closest friends. Taking a breath he walked over to the wet bar.

"Hey Barry."

Barry pulled himself out of his thoughts to look at Hal. Blinking he wiped a hand over his face.

"Hal,hey, you made it." he said giving the pilot a hug.

Hal returned the hug before parting. "Yeah. I...took sometime off you know...to help where I can."

Barry nodded stuffing a hand in his front jean pocket. "Yeah more than I can say about myself."

Seeing the guilt in the others eyes Hal quickly addressed his friend."Barry don't blame yourself."

With flash of anger sweeping over his face he glared at Hal. "Really?! Who then? Tell me HAL!"

Hal remained calm as Barry reigned his emotions back in. "Sorry Hal didn't mean-"

"Don't worry about it we are all feeling it." Hal said... "C'mon what drink are you having."

"Bourbon."

"Yeah... I'll have that." Hal said preparing himself a drink.

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Diana stared out the bay window as the fall leaves fell to the ground. Her warrior spirit was dormant as she thought about what happened the last month. She sighed with a heavy heart when she turned away from the window her gaze landed on the man standing in front of the fireplace his attention on the crackling flame. She approached him stretching a comforting hand out to touch his forearm.

Clark was semi-aware of the touch on his arm but he did not dare remove himself. In fear that if he did reality would sink in and he wasn't quite prepared for that. Diana stepped closer intertwining her arm through his leaning her head on his shoulder.

Silence seemed to be the comforting thing at the moment. Damien sat in the corner his arm draped over a bent knee his stare honed in on the weapon a few feet ahead of him.

"Damien?"

He looked up to see his team mates standing before him. The look of heartbreak in they're faces drove him nuts. He clenched his fists glaring at his friends.

"Leave me alone."he demanded bitterly.

Beast boy looked over at Raven before coming over to sit beside him. "Sorry but...that isn't going to happen."

At that the titans took their spots on the floor and sharing the burden the young vigilante held.

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Kara stood at the door wiping the tears that floored down her face her remorse so strong she couldn't bring herself to enter the manor. She let out a shaky breath then broke down once more her sobs wrecking her body.

Kara turned leaning against the pillar the slight breeze brushing her blond hair against her face. She raised her hand run a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Kara."

The kryptonian looked up to see Arthur standing in front of her. She stared at him and then in a few quick strides she ran into the open arms held out to her.

"Arthur...I can't...I can't do it." She sob out as she buried her head in his chest.

"I know... he pulled slightly away from her resting his hands on each of her shoulder... "Perhaps we can do it together. We won't go in until you are ready. Ok?"

She nodded before returning to the comforting embrace.

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Alfred ascended the stairs. Taking a breath he opened the door to the study he walked over to the chair that bruce sat in. He had remained there all night and morning. He had not spoken a word since it happened. Something was sealed in his hand his silence so strong that Alfred had become accustom to Bruce's ways but...never has he seen this level of remorse.

Clearing his throat Alfred spoke.

"Master Wayne...the league has arrived. They have assembled in the living room. When you are ready I will let them know."

"...Thank you Alfred."

Seeing that was the only answer he would receive he turned and exited the study. Bruce grip on the fabric in his hand tightened as he once more went over the events that lead to this day...hoping to see what he had missed...what he could have done to prevent the tragedy that now plagued everyone's hearts...

A/N: This is going to be...heavy content. Interested? Review.

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