It was a dark gloomy rainy evening in Gotham City, but it was also the night that the Batman, and Bruce Wayne died. This evening, there was no sorts of crime or any business trades. Gotham was silent. It had lost its protector, and its future builder. The Justice League, Bat-family, and Jim Gordon were all in their formal attire, while attending Bruce's funeral. His long black casket was trimmed with gold lining, and his gravestone was next to his parents'. Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce's butler and greatest friend stood on a podium behind the casket outside Wayne Manor with a black umbrella as everyone else sat in chairs with their umbrellas.
"Bruce Wayne, was a good man, friend, and son to me." Alfred began. "Yes there were times when he had terrible days, but all of you, and me were always there for him. He told me, before he died that he loved you all for it." Alfred wiped a few tears off his cheek, but carried on. "Bruce Wayne was also Batman as all of you know, and I'm thankful for none of you revealing his deepest secret, we were all blessed to know you master Bruce." Alfred said finishing, as he kissed the wet black casket. Damian sniffled, he couldn't believe this was happening. Jason peered behind Bruce's son. "Hey, it's ok buddy, I know how ya feel. I'm sad the big man's gone too."
A few hours after Alfred's loving words, Bruce's casket was buried by Hal Jordan and Barry Allen. Everyone went inside Wayne Manor to dry off and mourn for their very close friend. Diana, Bruce's pregnant fiance was petrified. Damian looked around at everyone, crying and embracing each other in small groups. The 15 year old looked at Alfred. "I'm going to the Batcave." Alfred nodded, hugging Damian as the teen walked off. Jason noticed Damian walking to the Grandfather clock, he left his group to follow. Damian steadily walked down the stone stairs of the Batcave. He leaped off the last step and stared at all of his Father's Batsuits.
Jason appeared through one of the glass cases reflections, Damian saw. "What is it that you want Jason?" Jason raised a brow. "I only wanna help ya kid." Damian fixed his silver bow tie, and faced his 22 year old counterpart. "What do you mean?" Jason smirked, scratching his white hair streak and staring at Damian. "Damian, you see that metal bat suit with band rollers, holsters, torn cape, and red steam punk eye lenses?" Jason asked. "Yeah…" Damian answered. "That's my Batsuit, and if I became Batman-" Jason was stopped by Damian. "Wait? Really? You're Batman and I'm your Robin?" "Yes." Jason smirked. Damian snickered, "Huh, we'd be a Deadly Alliance…"