First I wanna make a shoutout to all the reviewers. Holy crap. I never thought this would have been this popular. So all I can say is thank you. Thank you all so much for the support. *hugs* So, I have presented you all with this chapter, hopefully as some closure for you all :)

~Enjoy

3 months later

Jack Drake was still in the grieving stage, there was no doubt about it, although he would always admit to feeling a bit better when his weekly visitor would show up. The vigilante, Nightwing would come to his apartment, every week, like clockwork, always with something new.

Pictures of the team, evil plans that had been thwarted, or, Jack's favorite, the fan-mail and thank you's addressed to- you guessed it, Robin.

Such minimal tasks such as rescuing kittens to disarming whole doomsday bombs, Jack got to hear it all.

He took time to read each and every letter that was addressed to his son that had been delivered to Mount Justice for Robin.

That day he had received a letter from a small girl named Callie who had written in all her first-grade penmanship glory on how her kitten, Princess, whom Robin had rescued was growing up to be quite a pretty kitty and how thankful she was he was there that day to get her out of their burning home.

Then there was a letter from the Make-A-Wish foundation. That one Jack took to heart. It told about a brave young girl who's last request was for her to be able to take her favorite hero to her school's prom. He had recieved a whole album of photos with it. His boy, grinning, in a tux (with his mask of course) and a frail girl on his arm who looked like she could have just exploded from happiness.

The letter also stated how just a few weeks later the girl had passed away, but not alone of course, her whole family, in addition to a certain caped hero was there with her.
Her coordinator made sure to write about her final moments in the letter, where she looked to Robin and smiled saying how "One day, she'd have to have one more dance with him."

And Jack Drake held onto the thought that maybe, just maybe his son had gotten that dance after all.

Nightwing's weekly visits made them both laugh, cry, and gave them time to just revel in the memories.

About a week after his little brother had left him, he had figured out that some of his last words were not delusion.

Someone had tried to save him that night.

Not the police, not the commissioner, no...the Red Hood.

The Red Hood, one of Gotham's most notorious "psycho" killers had made an effort to save Robin.

And it wasn't till weeks later, when he had finally tracked him down and managed to get a DNA sample that he found out why.

The Red Hood was Jason Todd.

Jason Todd, the second Robin.

And when Nightwing had fought him later that night his only explanation for why was because 'he didn't want to see any more birds die'.

Nightwing was taken aback just in time for him to take a sucker punch to the face; when he finally got up the Red Hood was gone, he figured gone for good, but, he had been wrong before.

It was a particularly cold night in Gotham and Alfred was busying himself in the manor; making cookies and hot cocoa for Bruce and Dick.

Batman had returned from his big mission with the league a week before and had learned of what had happened to the most recent Robin.

Somehow even before he was told, he knew, he just knew something was wrong.

Sometimes that Bat-intuition was just plain aggravating.

And so, for once in his life Bruce had people there to grieve with him. Dick had moved back in temporarily to help sort things out. He was sitting with Bruce in his study looking through the vast collection of books when Bruce suddenly stood and looked out the window, studying something in the back yarrd warily.

Dick made his way to the window and saw something he'd thought he'd never see.

The snowfall seemed to be dancing around a lone figure coming up the back pathway.

His red mask glinted in the poorly lit backyard as he came to rest in front of two gravestones.

Jason Todd

And a few feet beside it..

Timothy Drake

He looked to the one labeled Jason with a hint of disgust before kneeling down in front of the latter and wiping some snow away with his glove gently.

He removed his red helmet so all that was left was the domino mask before he set the helmet down beside his feet.

Dick watched with curiosity as he unwrapped a bundle of newspaper and removed two small roses from it.

Jason shook his head and looked at the flowers. "Damnit...kid, you made me go soft."

He laid the flowers down and leaned in his posture. "Look, Replacement..I tried, I really did. I'm just..."

He looked to his helmet and ran a finger over it experimentally before picking it up angrily and heaving it away.

"Sorry."

"You-you didn't deserve it, kid."

Bruce continued to watch the scene with bated breath, but as he turned around, something was definitely amiss.

Dick was gone.

Jason wasn't sure how long he had been staring at the gravestone, but a sudden voice calling his name roused him enough to pull out a gun and aim it in that general direction.

"Whoa, easy Jay."

He growled when he saw that it was Dick. "What do you want?"

"To thank you."

Jason looked at him suspiciously before standing and returning his gun to its holster.

"What?"

Dick shuffled his feet on the ground in the snow.

"A...little birdie..told me. He wanted me to thank you."

Jason's face changed from around 30 different emotions till he settled on a mix between surprise and maybe...sadness?

"He wanted to thank me? I didn't do anything!"

Dick shook his head and walked forward, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You did, though. You tried to save him Jason, and he was sure of it. He knew you weren't all bad, Jay, and I think, I see that too."

Jason eyed the hand on his shoulder warily before sighing. "Look...I..."

"And...well...Alfred's making cookies."

Jason tilted his head. "What?"

"Well, it's getting cold out...and I thought maybe you'd like to come in.."

"You're inviting me..back in there? With you and...Bruce?"

"And Alfred! He'd really like to see you, Jason."

"Yeah, look I'd love to and all but-"

"And he kind of made cookies and hot cocoa..."

"His chocolate chip cookies?"

Dick smiled. "Yeah. His chocolate chip cookies."

"Well..then..maybe..."

Dick didn't even wait for him to finish before he grabbed his arm and started pulling him along to the manor.

His words of "I've got so much to catch you up on from all these years!" were lost to the wind and snow as both boys trudged their way back to the mansion.

And no one could ever be sure, and Jason would probably deny it, but on his way back to the manor with Dick he could have sworn someone was walking beside him, small in size and stature, and maybe just maybe wearing a cape. But hey, it could have just been his eyes playing tricks on him, that is, until he felt something land on his shoulder.

A bird.

And no, not just any bird.

A Robin.

So did I kill your feels? ;-; Review? Pretty, pretty please? :)