Denial.
He was going to be downstairs, Bruce thought lying his dimly lit room, his tired, sagging eyes keeping at the ceiling, forcefully tearing his eyes out just to blink. He'll be fishing for that chocolate spread stuff Alfred kept up on the top shelf. Or he'll be back from visiting Dick at Titan's tower. He's not dead, he's just out and about. He had just gotten back from trying to recover Jason. Jason Jason Jason. His mind hasn't been this troubled since Barbara was forcefully shoved into her wheelchair. He still feels some of the guilt from that. But he had just failed Barbara, he hasn't failed Jason, he's still out there. Somewhere. His mind wandered to the memories, the good times.
Dick had just been introduced to Jason, he was 13 when he started his training. They were sitting in the kitchen as Jason listened to the stories of Robin's adventures and Nightwing's. Jason looked at him and watched with awe, his eyes light up as Dick went into detail doing motions and the whole enthusiastic story telling. Bruce watched silently in the corner as story time continued.
When Dick was about to leave, Jason ran up to him, hugging him tightly. "I'm glad you're my brother," He whispered as Dick hugged him back smiling. "I'm glad you're my brother, good luck with being Robin, you'll need it..." He whispered back chuckling as he walked to his bike and rode back home.
Bruce smiled at the two of them. Before, there was no chance Bruce would ever think about having kids. Himself and Alfred all alone in Wayne Manor. Now, he had 2 sons. He was happy for once. He was at peace.
The peace was gone, it was replaced with anger, sadness, revenge that lately had been surging through his sliced veins and bruised soul. For once, he thought that he wouldn't feel those feelings ever again. Jason is not DEAD! He scolded himself He's just, run away again, he'll be back...
Eventually...
Short story about the stages of grief and Jason Todd. Each stage will be a chapter! Please read rate and review! :) 3 :D I love you all! 3