Chapter 1: Gone
A/N: So this is our first story ever! Yay. We're both just fans that are...quite CRAZY! This is just a short chapter, cause well, it's the beginning...so yeah. WE don't own most of this stuff, like DC comics and most characters. Obviously. So uh, review please and tell us what you think.
Dick's POV
A beautiful day, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the cool breeze is nipping at my nose...it would have been a perfect day...if it wasn't for my little brother's funeral. There are only a few people that show up; he wasn't able to send ripples to the lives of other people due to his short life. Everyone thinks he left this world because of some silly accident. Everyone but my family. He just died a few days ago at the hands of the psychopath who calls himself The Joker. Only a few weeks ago he was in the cave searching for his utility belt and asking me if I happened to see it. A few minutes later he shouted in triumph when he found his belt and then left for patrol. It was the last time I ever saw him. Next thing I know, he's gone. I used to hate him for replacing me, working alongside my former mentor like I used to. He died at fifteen...so young! He didn't deserve to die the way he did; he was a good kid, he still had hopes and dreams. He was supposed to finish high school, go to college and have his own independent life, but he never got to do any of that. All because that damn clown took him away! Away from us! Away from me! Why did you have to go little brother, right when we were slowly becoming brothers in everything but blood?
I cry as I watch the coffin lower into the grave. I stare at my brother's peaceful face; it looked as if he was never beaten to a pulp then blown to hell. I look one last time at my brother before the coffin closes and gets engulfed into the ground. I notice the Drake's and their son Tim head back to their car, along with the few people who attended the funeral. Soon, it was just Bruce and me, standing in front of the tombstone. He placed a hand on my shoulder and walked away. I knew that I had to leave my brother at rest, but I just...couldn't. He wasn't just some street kid. He was my brother, a boy that tried to make his dad proud just as I did.
I remember when Alfred told me that he was so excited to meet me, his hero, but when I met him, the boy that annoyed me so much that I couldn't stand him, I treated him like the street urchin he was. Alfred told me that he didn't just wanna make Bruce proud, he also wanted to make me proud. I never really thought I would lose him.
I wipe the tears off my eyes, I take one last look at my late brother's name Jason Peter Todd, an ally, before turning my back on the grave and taking a step away from it. I glance back at his tombstone.
"I'll miss you Little Wing."