They pile the dirt on a closed casket.
Two of them, both little soldier boys who came back from the dead, are the only ones left of this family.
"Except for the girls," Jason muttered, "if you don't include the girls, then they'd skin us alive."
They shovel the dirt and wonder if this was what it was like for the others too, when their family had to watch them die and when Jason Todd and Damian Wayne were the names on the gravestones.
"I abided by the rules set by father and Grayson and Drake, but..." He's the son of the bat, but he's barely into his teenage years and his family is dead.
Death. He's half an 'Al Ghul' and that shouldn't apply to him, but it does because everyone is all too human.
"But they were wrong, got them killed, and we're going to show the world, huh, kid?"
The next day, Gotham (the world) burns.
(And this time, there are no survivors.)
I love killing people. -BAW
This is absolutely amazing, eh? :DD BAW's writing is awesome! I think people agree with me. THE FEELS. -C