** Based off of the song Before it all went wrong by The Script**

Why. It was hard for all of us.

"How is he? Bruce I mean..." Cassandra dressed in black. Not the usual black that's used to be worn by her, for this day was... different. She turned to face Tim dressed in a black dress suit. Why did today seem more glum than usual? Which was abnormal for Gotham City, for one of Gotham'sPrinces had fallen.

"He...He's refusing to come down stairs. Even Alfred is... um..." Tim hesitated to speak the answers that his sister demanded. It was too painful to think.

"This is stupid... He was stupid. I can't... do this." Damian looking out the window darted past his older brother and sister, hot tears rolling down his face. The night scene was too much for him. It reminded him all too well. Of course, the wound was still extremely fresh.

"Dami-" Cass tried to reach after him but Tim grabbed her by her forearm and squeezed lightly. His body reading to leave him be. She reached out to grab Tims hand and set it down by his side.

"Please. He needs help..." Cassandra ran out after Damian.

'He wouldn't listen! WHYdidn't he listen to me?! I TOLD him!' Damian's thoughts over rode his mind and seemed to drive him into an oblivion of pain. He fell to his knees out on the side balcony. The moonlight shone over his shivering figure. His sobs grew louder with every memory that passed. It was just all too fresh.

"Damian..." After some time, Cassandra finally tracked down her crying brother. His crying filled the hallways adjacent to him with sorrow and she couldn't help but cry herself. She stood and watched him quake with pain. His body in physical pain like she had never seen him have before. This couldn't compare to those of missions when their bodies could tatter. This was all too real. This was a million times more heart wrenching than that of anything that could have happened to them in the past.

Two days before... Not only had they lost a leader, a comrade, and a mentor. They had lost a brother, a friend, and a son. Dick Grayson, Prince of Gotham, had a battle with Bane, and sadly to say, Bane had won.

"GO. AWAY. CASSANDRA I DON'T WANT YOU HERE." The crying boy stood up keeping his focus on the floor in front of him with his speech directed towards Cass. Covering her mouth and nose with one hand trying to silence her soft slurs of sobs and with the other, she wiped away the tear residue left behind by what seemed to be a waterfall of tears.

"I SAID LEAVE! G-GO AWAY!" Damian's voice began to crack yelling. His vision blurred ten fold trying to chase Cass away with his plea. Cass knelt down as she spread open her arms along with the tears that continued to fall.

"Da-mi... come..." She could hardly speak in whimpers. Her arms felt heavy. She had never known such a heavy heart that made her body ache. Her very soul ache. Damian paused for a moment before darting into her arms.

"HE DIDN'T LISTEN CASSANDRA! H-HE DIDN'T LET ME HELP! I-I... DAMN IT I- HE- I- I TOLD HIM!" He held tight onto Cass screaming his words onto her as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck .

"Shhhhh hey... Shhhhh" She gently stroked his back trying to comfort him. Tim's shadow peared behind the both of them from the corner hallway.

"Dick... Look what you've done."