Alright, so this idea has been sitting in my head. It all started off with an idea on what would happen if the hero's lost their side kicks. And then it grew into…This.

Warning: Character death, Yaoi, slight gore, horror, bad langue and a very teary batman.

Disclaimer: If I owned this show it would have gone straight to hell. So no, I do not own anything except for the idea

This was not supposed to happen

Bruce repeated this in his head as his adoptive son was being set in his grave with his fallen team- No,

Friends,

Bruce wished it were he, lying in that cold, lonely wooden box.

It was not fair.

Bruce looked to his side. His teammates wallowed in their own loss, watching their children and protégés lowered into their resting place. Clark watched with dull blue eyes as his clone's lifeless body stilled in his enclosed coffin. He should have spend more time with the boy, it wasn't his fault he was who he was, it wasn't his fault all this has happened to him, it wasn't his fault he was now lying in a box buried under five feet of dirt.

"WALLY!"

Iris shrieked as they began tossing dirt onto her nephew's wooden prison. If Barry had not grabbed her before she made it to the hole, she would have clung to her deceased nephew and never let go. Iris fell to her knee's, screaming at the sky, cursing what ever god up there that ripped her baby away from her.

Aquaman had his hands full. He held onto his own wife, as well as Tula who were currently weeping over Kuldur's grave. Garth trying his best to hold his tears, but he failed clearly.

"Bruce"

Bruce turned around to face Black Canary or, Dinah as he called her. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and looked towards Oliver. He seated himself by a tree since the funeral started, and has yet to move from that spot. "Talk to him, please" Dinah begged. Nodding, Bruce made his way to his comrade.

Oliver wiped another tear from his face. How could this happen? Two of his protégés dead, and he was not able to stop it. They looked up to him, even if they never wanted to admit it. He was their hero, and he was not able to be one and save them from the terrible fate that had befallen upon them both.

Bruce nudged Oliver lightly with the toe of his foot. "Are you alright?" Oliver looked up; Bruce had his hands shoved into his pockets. Oliver let out a laugh.

"Just fucking peachy Bruce" Sarcasm dripped from his words like venom. "Both of my protégés are dead, and I wasn't there to save them," Oliver choked on a sob "I wasn't able to do a damn thing Bruce"

"Look, It's not your fault" Bruce reassured "Don't you think we are grieving the loss of our children? Don't you think the hardest thing there is, is to loose a child, and not able to do anything about it?" Bruce made a gesturing movement to behind him. Martian Man hunter kneeled next too his nieces' grave and cried until his sleeve was drenched in tears. "We have to keep strong, the kids would have wanted-" Oliver cut him off.

"What I'm sure they would want is to be alive!" He hissed "Not placed under ground to let the bugs and mice pick away at their innocent corpses'!" Oliver shouted, as a few people who were attending the funeral looked at him for a little bit. "I-" Oliver choked on tears "I just can't erase that image Bruce" Oliver gave in and sobbed into his hands " Every time I close my eyes, I see blue and green dead ones staring back at me," Oliver choked. "No matter how hard I try, no matter what I do I can still here the screams and sickening cracks" Oliver fell to his knees "I just don't know how much more of this I can take".

Bruce felt a burn in his chest. He remembered how limp Dick's body became after his last breath; lifeless blue eyes that still shimmered in the moon light made him seemed like a porcelain doll.

How he wished he could turn back the clock.

~0~0~

"Robin!" Bruce ran up the last flight of stairs of the old church. The locked door easily gave away to the force of his foot, the door flying across the room.

"Robin!"

Bruce shouted again. The sound of loud church bell sounded through the air. Never had Bruce felt such panic in his life, he had gotten a call from Robin twenty minutes ago, the young justice base had been destroyed, each young hero was taken to an un-known location, each superhero going after their sidekick. Robin had left little hints for Bruce to follow in order to figure out his location.

"Get away from me!"

Bruce knew that voice belonged too Robin. He raced to the end of the long hall were it echoed from. He reached for the handle and jiggled it.

Another locked door.

It did not matter though, because in one swift motion, Bruce kicked the door down with ease.

Bruce felt his body run cold.

Robin was kneeled on the floor, his clothes torn and beaten, his skin had been bruised; from head to toe but that was not what stopped Bruce dead in his tracks. No, it was something he had never seen in his life until now.

A man, tall and thin, his hair was long and silky silver threads tied into a ponytail that reached his leather black boots. He wore a red leather jump suit, and red tinted glasses to match. The man's hand was bony and long, his fingernails were sharp and pointy. Bruce was only able to see one hand, for the other shoved deeply down Dick's throat. Tears of agony and fear trickled down the boys face. The villains' lips snarled into a wicked smile, and with one harsh tug, his pale white fingers ripped from Robin's mouth. Bruce heart nearly stopped when he saw what the man held in his hands.

It pulsed and glowed red, a small ball of bright red shinned like a star in the villain's pale hands. As if he had not just ripped life out of a child, he casually placed the glowing orb in his tiny leather bag.

The man turned on his heel's and made his way to the window, Bruce, now enraged, threw his batterang at him. The man simply flicked his head to the side, narrowly avoiding the object, the shoulder blade of his suit ripped. Stopping only for a second, as if deciding if he should turn around and fight back, he continued his way to the window and jumped. Bruce ran to the window, peering outside to see if he could still catch the crook. However, it seemed as if he had gotten away.

Bruce quickly made it to the side of his son. He picked up his body; it was heavy as lead, and lifeless as a doll.

"B-Bruce" Dick whispered hoarsely.

"Hush, you are in no condition to speak, I'll bring you to the medical room when we get back to the bas-"

Bruce looked at Dick, his eyes widening behind his cowl. Dick was paler then normal, his eyes were now glassy and his breath shallow, Dick's chest moved rapidly. Bruce slightly shook his protégé "Robin?" Another shake "Robin," Bruce gently felt Robins pulse, then his whole world stopped.

There was none.

Taking immediate action, Bruce placed Dick on the ground. He placed his hands on his chest and started CPR.

"Come on Dick, you're a fighter" He begged silently.

Ten minutes passed. There was still no pulse.

Twenty minutes, Bruce felt his eyes water. He continued to try to bring his son back to him. Ten more minutes passed, and then Bruce felt a hand on his shoulder. Bruce snapped his head back.

It was Dinah.

Her eye's were red and puffy, her face showed remorse.

"He's gone Bruce," She sobbed "And so are his friends" It all crashed over Bruce like a storm, he was not able to handle it. In the first time in years, Bruce began to cry silently with a blank face under his cowl. He did not care who saw, he did not care if his image was now smeared with his tears.

He just wanted his son back.

Dinah knelt beside Bruce and wrapped her arms around his shoulder, crying with the Batman over the loss of the little bird and his companions.

Oh lord what have I done?

This is the most saddening thing I have ever wrote. And its not even the beginning yet…

Please, tell me how it was while I go off and cry in a corner alright? ;_;