Hi everyone, so due to popular demand I am working on two aftermath capters. An alternate ending may be in the works also. ENJOY!

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"Hey, Bruce. I'm going to be in Gotham tomorrow. I was wondering if we could catch lunch. Maybe talk a little bit. Anyway, call me"

Bruce ran his hand through his hair as he reach over and played the message again. Dick's voice was hesitant, as if he wanted to say something else.

With a sigh he sat down and pulled out a file.

"Master Wayne" Alfred stepped into the room "Supper is ready"

Bruce opened the file and shook his head "I will not be joining you" he said quietly

He could feel the disapproving glance from Alfred "I must insist sir" the elderly gentleman said calmly.

Bruce could feel his eyes misting up "I am not hungry" he knew the excuse was lame, but he just wanted to be left alone.

A hand fell on his shoulder "Bruce"

The billionaire looked up at the man who raised him and a tear escaped his eye.

Alfred looked at the file on the desk; it lay open and a newspaper clipping of Dick lay on top.

"I never told him how proud on him I was" Bruce whispered "We never made amends for what happened when he left" he placed his head in his hands "My son died not knowing how much I loved him"

Alfred sighed "Bruce, you may not have verbalized or even demonstrated your love for him. But Richard had a sense for such things. I'm sure he knew"

Bruce shook his head "What am I going to do?"

Alfred removed his hand "Remember him" he answered as he left the room "And remember that he has three brothers that still need you" he paused at the door "Supper will be on the table in five minutes"


"I hate you, go jump off a cliff and put us out of your misery!"

"Damien…"

"Get…Out…NOW!"

Damien sat sobbing on his bed "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please, come home"

A soft knock caused him to look up suddenly. Dick? "Come in"

The door opened slowly and Bruce stepped into the room.

Damien's shoulders slumped "Hello father" he whispered as he turned away.

Bruce stepped forward and placed a gently had on his youngest's shoulder "Damien…"

The 11-year-old broke into sobs again "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it"

Bruce turned Damien into his shoulder and held him close, tears falling down his own face.

"I didn't mean it" Damien sobbed "I just want him to know I didn't mean it"

Bruce rubbed his son's back gently "Ok" he said softly "Ok"

Damien looked up at his father "Is…is he really gone?"

Bruce nodded sadly "Yes Damien, Dick is gone" his voice cracked

Damien swallowed back more sobs "I didn't hate him" he whispered

Bruce nodded "I know" he said "He knew"

Damien shook his head "How do you know?" he asked bitterly

Bruce looked up to see Alfred standing in the door "I just know"