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Scotty1609 – Thanks so much for the review! I was like grinning when I saw your review! I absolutely love your stories! Yeah I feel bad for Wally you know and Robin!

Hawkpool – Thanks so much for the Review! Yes I plan to make the chapters longer but I was unsure what to do with that scene as I suck at death scenes! I know I am so mean killing Robin like that! :p!

Angelina Aintithenniel – Thanks so much for the Review! I'm excited to see how people respond to my story! You're totally right that was so sad! I'm so evil killing Robin off like that! Mawahahaha…..anyway I was unsure if I was going to have an alternate ending where Robin lives but I am for sure now!

Anyway on with the story…..

Chapter 2…My Son

Batman/Bruce's POV

I was looking up a new villain who had to Gotham when I received a distress call from the Young Justice team. "Batman come in Batman."

"Batman in what's your emergency Kid Flash."

"It's Robin he…"

"What happened to Robin Kid Flash?"

"You might wanna come see."

"I'm on my way Batman out."

When I arrived at the scene I saw something I was not expecting. Kid Flash was holding a dead Robin in his arms. I quickly made my way over to them. "What happened?" I demanded while taking my dead baby bird into my arms cradling him like one would a child. Wally turned to me and I saw the tears sliding down his cheeks slowly hitting the pavement in a rhythm. He opened his mouth to talk but it was too much for him. He collapsed to the ground and sobs poured out of him. Kaldur came to comfort him while Artemis came towards me and informed me how Robin was killed. I brought the little bird to my chest and smiled weakly it sounded like something Robin would do. I quietly thanked her for telling me. I turned to see M'gann sobbing in Connor's arms who looked sad and depressed. Kaldur was murmuring to Wallace who was sobbing in a heap on the ground. Artemis looked drained and tired with her haunted face. I looked down to Robin and looked at his lifeless features. I felt strong emotion tear through me in a current of pain, sadness and horror. M'gann picked herself up and asked if we would like a ride home in her ship. I responded yes to her and carried Robin's lifeless body to the ship. Once inside I turned to the young justice team. I opened my mouth and told them, "I know you may feel like Robin's death was your fault but it's not."

"Batman it is my fault he died protecting me! He took the bullet for me! I would've healed."

"No Wally it was my fault I am leader it is my fault! I failed him!"

"I should've been able to sense them going to shoot it was my fault."

"No M'gann it was my fault I should've taken the bullet I'm the bulletproof one or I could've knocked out the gunman."

"I could've shot an arrow at the gunman."

"Stop!" I commanded the teens.
"Wally you might not have healed, Kaldur you cannot prevent everything, M'gann you couldn't have stopped everything, Connor you can't stop everyone and Artemis you can't stop everyone either."

After a mental debate in his head Batman turned to everyone. "There is something you should know."

He paused struggling to spit out the next words, "Robin would want you to know his identity so I'll tell you." With those words he pulled Robin's mask off to reveal opened baby blue eyes which were lifeless. "Robin's name is Richard Grayson although he went by Dick. His parents were killed when he was eight and I adopted him." I pulled off my own mask. "My name is Bruce Wayne." Gasps were heard and Wally stuttered out, "You're that billionaire and Robin was in the Circus."

I nodded in confirmation and said, "Yes I am and yes Dick was in the circus in an act called the Flying Graysons with his parents before they died." During the period of time he was talking he was also staring into his ward's no his son's eyes, his son's lifeless eyes. It broke his heart to know he would never here Dick's creepy laugh again and never again get to spend time with him. He asked M'gann to drop him off at the manor he laid down his son's body on the couch and went to the kitchen while calling Alfred's name.

"You called Master Bruce?"

"Yes Alfred I did I have something to tell you."

"Is Master Dick alright sir?"

"No he…." I couldn't finish tears trailed down my cheeks as I cried for my son.

"Master Bruce what is wrong?"

"Dick he went on a mission with his team and he got shot…..he didn't make it Alfred."

Alfred gasped and wiped away my tears. "I'm sure Master Dick is with his parents now and he died fighting in battle as a hero Bruce the way he'd want to go."

"I guess Alfred. His dead body is on the couch."

"Would you like to make arrangements Master Bruce?" I thought about it and nodded my head and said, "Yes Alfred Thank You."

"You're welcome sir." He replied. Then he left to go take care of Dick's body and plan the funeral.

I agonizingly dragged myself up the stairs to his room. I sat in his room and looked around smiling slightly, hollowly at his pictures. He was amazing at drawing. I went to one of his drawers to pull out a photo album that contained his pictures of us together. My favorite two were a picture drawn of a bat, a robin and an owl. Dick said that obviously I was the bat and he was the Robin and Alfred was represented by the owl as he always seemed to give wise advice. My other favorite was a picture of Alfred and me standing with Dick standing in the middle of us. A slight pain-filled smile was brought to my face as I remembered Dick's excitement over showing me his album, him beaming up at me as I complimented him about his artistic skills. Suddenly my mind was filled with memories of Dick and I, playing basketball, training, hanging out at charity events and the day I met him. As I had these flashbacks tears slid down my cheeks. I never wanted to replace John Dick's father but Dick told me that Alfred told him that John would be happy that he found someone to become a father figure to him and take care of him. Dick told me that Alfred also told him that I wouldn't replace John but I would be a second father to him and that he would love us in different ways so it was okay. Dick was an incredible kid; he was a great fighter and a great son. I'll never forget him. He told me that if anything ever happened to him that I could mourn him but that I didn't need destroy every villain and his killer. I stopped the rest of my tears from falling and picked myself up. As I was about to walk out I went to Dick's closet to grab his bat and robin plushie. I walked to my room and sat down on my bed holding the animals to my chest. I lay down on my bed hugging the stuffed bat and robin to my chest imagining Dick and I on patrol flying across the sky. I fell asleep with tears pouring down my cheeks wishing my son was here.

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So sorry I took so long I had writers block and couldn't think of what to do for Bruce so here came this mess!