Helena Wayne glanced at the clock. It was passed 5:00. Her older brother was suppose to be here. She was looking forward to Dick's arrival. She needed someone to talk to. Someone other then her father. She has been close to her oldest brother but they haven't seen each other much since he moved to bludheaven. He had been driven away by their father and ever since then there has been tension between father and son. Helena felt bad for Dick. He was always such a kind loving soul and he had been treated horribly by his own father. Helena and Dick both knew that their father loved them. Knew that when it came down to it, he would die to protect them but sometimes his ways of parenting was just bad. He was too hard on his children. All 3 of them. Dick was 19. Older then his younger siblings who were 15 and 16. Helena and Jason were a year apart and were very close. They always found a way to get into mischief together and had even snuck out of the house to go to some wild party. They were more then just brother and sister. They were best friends. Loosing Jason was like loosing a part of herself. She couldn't really wrap her head around it. Even after 2 weeks. It just didn't feel real to her. Her brother was dead. Gone forever. Taken from her so suddenly and all because of some lunatic. Helena wanted joker dead. Wanted him to pay for taking her beloved brother away from her. She felt selfish for just thinking that cause it wasn't just her who had lost him. Her father, oldest brother and grandfather had lost him as well. Jason meant so much to his family. He probably didn't even realize just how much he meant to them.

Helena heard her brother's and grandpa's voices and realized that she didn't hear the door open. She didn't move from her place. She was frozen. Lost on her own world. That is until she heard her brother's voice.

"Hi Helena," Dick said. His voice sounded weak. Like he was beyond tired and had been crying a lot.

Helena forced a smile and stood to hug him. "Hey. I'm so happy you were able to make it." Helena said as Dick wrapped his arms around her.

"Me too." He said. They held on a little longer then usual until Dick pulled away.

"So where is he?" Dick asked referring to their father.

"Your father is in his study master Richard. I'll make sure he knows your here." Alfred said.

"No it's fine. I need to talk to him in private anyways." Dick said.

Helena sighed looking at her brother. She feared that father and son would get into a heated argument which would make things worse. She knew how much their father got on their nerves and the fact that he never told Dick about Jason would do more then just get on his nerves. Helena couldn't understand her father sometimes. She was the one who called Dick but he had already found out. She asked him to come home and he didn't object. He had some business with their father anyways. She didn't blame Dick for being pissed at Bruce. Bruce had told Helena to keep Dick out of it for a while. He told her that Dick didn't need to know just yet. That was the day before the funereal. 2 days after Jason's death he was laid to rest. A little too soon for Helena but it wasn't her decision to make. She had cried so much she felt she couldn't cry anymore. She just felt empty and lost. So lost.

"Dick please go easy on him. He's hurting just as much as we are." Helena said.

Dick turned towards Bruce's office. "No promises sis."

Supper had been quiet. Not much was said. Dick had decided to stay since Helena asked him to but he didn't plan on staying the night. He had work in the morning. It was getting late. Almost 8:00. Dick grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door but stoped. He needed to say bye to Helena. She deserved at least that much. Bruce had shut everyone out and refused to talk about him. No one could even say his name around Bruce. It only caused him to break down into tears. Helena understood the feeling. Dick turned to look back at Helena who was chatting with Alfred and she met his eyes. The look on her face when she saw he was about to leave made him regret his decision. He couldn't leave her. She needed someone to tell her everything is going to be ok. Someone to comfort her while her father was dealing with his own grief. Shutting her and everyone else out. Dick walked passed Helena and Alfred and headed upstairs, tossing his jacket on the sofa. He hadn't been to Jason's room but once and that had been long ago so it seemed. He walked slowly towards the room wondering why he was even doing this. It was like his feet was forcing him to walk. He didn't know why. He just felt an urge to see Jason's room.

Upon entering the room, Dick flipped on the light and saw that the bed was made but the trash Ben was full. He walked into the room and looked around, not sure what he was looking for. Maybe he just needed to see that Jason was truly gone. His mind wouldn't let him believe it. After hearing about Jason's tragic death, he had broken down into heart wrenching sobs. Alone in Titans tower. He cried and cried until he felt he didn't have any more tears left to cry. He began yelling at his team mates for over little things. It was out of character for him and they knew it so they didn't take it personally. Dick had lost his little brother. He was gonna break at some point. "No. No. No." Were his thoughts when he heard the news. "No please no. Not little wing. Please tell me this is a bad dream." But he never woke up cause this was in fact reality. His little brother had been brutally murdered. Why did it have to be Jason? Why couldn't he have been there to save him? Why couldn't he have been the big brother he wanted to be? Why couldn't he have spent more time with Jason? Why why why?! Dick cursed himself for failing Jason. Jason deserved so much better. He was such a bright kid with a bright future.

Dick walked over to Jason's desk. It looked organized. He didn't take Jason to be a neat freak. A couple of books lay on the desk along with a notebook. A photo of Jason and Bruce sat on the desk as well. Jason was smiling at the camera while leaning Bruce. Bruce had a rare smile too. Dick picked up the notebook out of curiosity and opened it. It read stuff for school.

On the first page was what looked like an essay. Dick guessed it was a school project. It was titled Who is your hero? Dick began reading.

It read: My hero is my dad of course but my other hero is my big brother Richard. He's so great. He's good at so many things. I don't get to see him very much cause he lives in another city but when he visits Gotham he always takes the time to hang out with me. He always makes me feel included. Sometimes I feel like people look down on me cause of where I come from but my brother never did. He's a hero to many people. People look up to him cause he's a great leader. I hope I can be just like him someday.

Dick never realized that Jason had looked up to him. Why hadn't Jason told him this? Maybe he was too busy with his own life to notice and things between him and Bruce still wasn't fixed. Dick felt like he could have done better. Could have been better for Jason. Could have been the hero Jason deserved. His eyes began to water and he felt a presence in the room. A hand was placed on his shoulders and he turned to find Bruce standing there. He didn't know how long he had been there but that didn't stop the tears.

"I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't be in here but... his voice trailed off when he felt a lump in his throat.

" It's ok. Everything is the same as it was when he left. Nothing has been touched." Bruce said.

"It's not fair." Dick said feeling a meltdown coming on.

"I know son." Bruce said as he pulled his oldest son into a hug. They both tried to hold back tears that were already falling.