The video had ended right after Tim's scream.
There was nothing else on it.
That night Batman gave the Memory Card to Gordon. After that the Bat Family went looking for a body but was unable to find one. A few days later there was an announcement that they pronounced Tim Wayne dead. Outside the Wayne Manor people set flowers and animals to try and comfort the family.
Friends, teachers, coworkers, the league sent their regards. Tim's room was locked up. No one touched anything. They left it as it was. Alfred was the one who had to do it because none of the others would go near the room. Once he had come across Dick standing outside the door.
Bruce had thrown himself into work trying to distract himself form the loss of his son. No one rarely saw him. Jason had taken off to another city but wrote in nightly that he was fine. They thought he was off fighting or killing but turns out Jason had gone and found a job doing heavy labor. It was a what he need to distract himself from a killing spree.
Damian would ask questions and demand answer form Dick on understanding what was going on. Why did he feel some concern about Drake when he shouldn't? Why did he miss Drake when he disliked him but in the end Damian realized that at some point along the way of trying to fit into the family had had somehow gotten attached to Drake.
Young Justice and the League all came to Tim's funeral as themselves and not as the superheroes that everyone knew about. The sky was dark gray as the large church hall field with people. Schoolmates, teachers, a lot for people who know Bruce from work, and a few people Tim had helped outside of being Red Robin.
There was an empty casket near the back where flowers had been places all over. Tim's favorite kind and inside the casket had been Tim's broke beloved casket. A picture of the family. Of course it was closed and locked because his body had never been found.
Bruce stood next to the Casket as people came up giving them regards, their words, small words that should have brought comfort but didn't. Next to Bruce was his sons, dresses in mostly black. The oldest who was often mistaken for the second son because of his height had puffy and slight red eyes from crying. The other two didn't cry but it was clear that Jason was stresses.
The proof had been in the fact that he would leave three times to go outside to smoke before returning earning a look from Alfred the family butler. Damian didn't cry. He still wasn't sure what to do so he stood there next to his father trying to ignore Grayson's soft crying behind him every time someone would say that someone should have been with the boy.
Soon the ceremony began. The priest talking about Tim's life as a screen played behind the man with Tim's pictures form the time that Bruce had taken him in and adopted him. They went on until it ended with one of the last times they saw the missing Bat.
After it was over a woman, a very famous singer sang Amazing Grace vocally without music that echoed throughout the church as they walked the casket out. Everyone had their heads down in mourning as they loaded it into a black car before they all drove off the resting place in Gotham.
During the middle of the speech Jason stormed off leaving the family and they left him go. At the end of the speech and when they dropped the roses into the grave Dick couldn't take it and left also crying as he did so and his friends followed to offer any comfort they could.
Bruce was trying to hold himself together and Domain stayed stubbornly by his side. He was not weak nor was he going to cry but if someone didn't tell him what these strange emotions were that continued to flood his mind and heart than he was certain that he could go insane.
Jason sat on the roof top right outside his bedroom window as he smoked a joint. If Bruce or even worse Alfred caught him with this than he was in trouble. But he needed something. Anything to dull the pain from remembering the last thing he said Tim.
Shivering from the cold Jason leaned back before pulling out a tin before putting out the joint and stuffing it back it in it's little hideaway. Crossing his arms he sat there trying to think of anything else besides he funeral that happened earlier.
Looking down at the ground Jason sighed deeply closing his eyes. 'Is this how Bruce felt when I died? How did… how did he keep from going crazy?'
Rubbing the back of his neck Jason reached for the tin again. He really didn't want to think about it so he would drown it out. Once the joint was gone he crawled back into his room before going his closet and grabbing a change of clothes before heading outside of his room.
The manor was as huge as it always was. Only it seemed kind of lonely this time around. Batman and Robin were out on Patrol, Dick was hidden away in his room. Alfred had told Jason the last time this had happened was when Jason had died and when Bruce had as well. That their brother would slip into depression and stayed tucked away in his room.
Going to the room Jason thought about knocking but instead walked right in. The room was dark, unusual since Dick often had his light on, including the ridiculous nightlight in the shape of the bat symbol that Bruce had made in the batcave and the oldest son when he was nine and said son had yet to put it away or at least put it somewhere no one could see.
Inside there was a lump on the bed curled up in the many pillows, collected from the world. The only thing that made it known that Dick was there was the fact one foot was sticking out of the pile. Walking over he pushed some of the pillows away before he was hit with the overwhelming smell of alcohol that made scrunch up his nose.
"Never figured you would be the type to drink away his sorrows, Dikie-bird."
There was no response so Jason thought he was passed out until he pushed more of the pillows away and realized that Dick was just laying there awake, drunk as hell and was silently crying. Rising an eyebrow he moved closer on the bed until he was able to slide on arm under Dick's legs and one under his shoulders before pulling out from the pillow mount and carrying him over to the bathroom, placing him in the tub and turned on the cold water.
"Ahhh!" Dick snapped somewhat out of his state and struggled to get out but was held in place. "Jason!"
"Just until you snap out of it and besides you smell."
After five minutes of the cold water that sobered Dick up as his teeth started to chatter before Jason let him change the water from cold to warm. Jason left the bathroom to sit on the chair in Dick's room as the other showered and changed before coming out.
Without words they just sat there in silence. It was almost deadly quite until Dick stood up and started to pull the pillows off his bed, followed by the sheets and together they striped the bed before taking them down to be washed.
By the time the wash had gotten done, the sheets died and the pillows washed and currently in the dryer, which was huge since Alfred had the ones that top brand hotels had, which made wash all the pillows easy.
They made the bed before heading down the hall both pausing outside Tim's room. The door was slightly open which made their hearts jump. After all there was no body, so there was hope that linger small as it was but with the amount of blood found, all of it Tim's was as good as having a body. No one could survive that.
Walking in they stood there for a few moments. To their shock it was Damian who was standing in the middle of the room, his back to them. He was still dressed as Robin but was standing there very still before he turned walking passed them without a word.
Dick sniffled and Jason crossed his arms. "Don't start crying again."
Even though he had said it Dick was already crying and headed to his room. Jason left out of the room taking one last look around. The room still untouched. Closing the door Jason looked at the lock that had been put on before punching in the number locking up the lonely room once again.
When he passed by Dick's room he looked in seeing that Alfred had brought back all the pillows, clearly he had found them since they hadn't gone back for them. All of them on the trolley that Alfred used when washed the sheets.
For a moment Jason mused as Alfred simply placed each pillow around and on Dick as everyone knew that the oldest son had often liked being surrounded, buried within his pillows. Once the mount of pillows was almost complete was when the silence was broken.
"Will he come back, Alfred?"
"It's hard to say Mast Richard."
After that Jason left feeling the suffocating coming down on him too strongly for his taste. As he headed down the stairs he saw Bruce heading out. Walking over he stood next to him as the man fixed a tie. Without a word Bruce nodded as they left together.
It didn't matter where they went but Jason just couldn't stay in the house any longer.
What happened next they none of them could have seen coming.
To lindz4567: I'm not going to say whether he is or isn't dead yet. However this is going to get a little darker.
To Glimare: I don't want to give away too much but maybe
To Poseidon-sdaughter3: No one knows yet…. Including me… XD
To 5-STAR: it is yet to be known lol
To ZigZaggy: I really need a beta
To jnd25
