Clark suddenly found himself pinned to one of the study walls, a forearm pressing against his throat. Bruce was furiously putting more and more pressure to Clark's throat,
'You'll never understand what I had to go through!'
A harder push to his throat.
'I had to go through it twice!'
An even harder one, Clark was beginning to choke.
'I had to wait and watch Dick die!'
Tears were streaming down Bruce's face now.
'I could have saved him!'
He suddenly released the pressure on Clark. Clark collapsed on the floor, for a human, Bruce had quite strong grip. But his attention soon turned back to Bruce. He looked so broken.
'I could have saved him.' He whispered, he hung his head 'If only I was there.'
Diana made a move to comfort Bruce, but he said,
'Leave.'
It wasn't a request.
It was an order.
Diana helped Clark get up; she turned back to Bruce.
He head was still hung, but he had seated himself back in his chair, once again in the world of the pictures. Just this time, the tears were still coming in torrents.
Before Diana left the room all together she had quietly said,
'We are here if you need us.'
Bruce made no sign that she was heard, but she knew that Bruce knew and she left.
Gotham City. The Public Funeral in Gotham Park. August 16th. 2.38pm
The birds were chirping in harmony, the sun was in a perfect condition, the flowers were blooming. Everything seemed so happy. But it completely went against the somber crowd that was gathered in the park. Over 4 million people had turned up to the funeral. The citizens of Gotham was told that the funeral was not really the day that Mr. Grayson would be buried, merely the day were they would mourn the death of the Last Flying Grayson. Some of the people that turned up were friends of Dick's and friends/acquaintances of Bruce Wayne. But most were just normal citizens.
First had came the introduction for the public funeral. Bruce Wayne had talked about his son, the talk brought a lot of crying and silence, sobs and break-downs, but eventually the talk finished and Bruce Wayne had disappeared from sight. Next came a best friend of Dick's: Barbra Gordon.
Her face was tear-stained and red, her eyes were blood-shot and teary. But her voice was as clear as ever.
'Dick Grayson.' She started off 'Was the best person I have ever met in my life.
He was sweet and kind, never going against anyone, he only sought to make sure that the school was peaceful. He may had made mistakes, but he patched them up and tried to improve it. He was always kind to me, supporting me in any way he could. Most of the time I could barely pass my exams, but Dick had never gave up on me. Congratulating me whenever I got something good. And even finding good things in my faults. When I got low scores for my test he would always say:
Well, the good thing is that if you get so low this time, when you beat it next time, you'll feel great!
He was always one of those optimistic, cup half-full people. Even in the worst of the worst, he could still find the light shining through. All my years in the academy, I have never thought of Dick leaving so suddenly like this. But that's what's wrong with life. You never know what will happen.'
She paused to wipe the tears with the back of her hand.
'Dick, as I said, was the best person I have ever met. Even if physically, he is gone. He will always remain in our hearts as the care-free boy I have grown to love. Where ever you are now, Dick. I hope you are happy, you deserve it.
Thank you.'
The crowd applauded, the speech that Barbra had announced brought almost even more tears than Bruce Wayne's, Barbra herself had walked down the steps in tears. The commissioner hugged his daughter,
'It really moving, Barbra, I couldn't have done better.'
Barbra nodded, then burst in to another hurricane of tears.
It was the social worker that had struggled a long time and had helped Dick with his adoption with Bruce who went next.
'If you know who Dick Grayson is, you will know what sunshine is. You could never dampen the moods of his. It was always either jumping on the couch or sliding down the banister. He was almost literally a ball of light that wouldn't go out.' She paused a bit, smiling at the memory.
'When grew older the ball of light was better controlled. But you could still see it there. A hint of a smile, a flash in the eye, he was unstoppable.'
The tears then started running down her cheeks
'Or so we thought. It was a sudden day that the light was blown out. I couldn't believe it. None of us could. But Dick Grayson had died for a good cause, he had saved a seven year old boy, Tim Drake, he died valiantly.'
She wiped the tears away.
'Maybe Dick was never really seen as a hero figure, but to me, he was always the one leading me, even though I should have been the one guiding him. But it's suddenly gone. He's not there anymore. But that is why there is such word as adaption. It's been hard. But I made it through.'
She smiled a bit through the wall of tears.
'Dick Grayson, you have taken away three year of my life. And it has been the god damn happiest three years I have ever had. I owe you my three best years.
Thank you, Dick, thank you.'
