Five Years Earlier

"To my dead wife."

Blake held out the shot glass as Stockwell, and Daniels glanced at him, sitting on opposite sides of him at the bar in downtown Gotham. It was late afternoon and just a few hours ago they had finished burying Lucy.

A few men from the squad had decided to take him out for a few drinks in honor of Lucy's memory. Or so they said. Stockwell and Daniels were both rookies just like him and all graduated at the academy around the same time. They had known Lucy and had a feeling that Blake honestly shouldn't be alone unless he had a few drinks in him to pass out and try to collect the pieces for the following day. They all knew how crazy he had been about his wife, and what a terrible accident it had been.

Blake stared off into space, his eyes dead as he swallowed his shot and made a face from the bitter strong taste. Taking a swig of his beer, he stared down at his hands and saw they were shaking.

"Listen...Blake, we're all real sorry about Lucy. We all know how crazy you were about her, but you gotta understand we're all here for you...the chief said..."

Blake turned and looked at Stockwell who had his own family waiting for him when he got home. Daniels on his other side had just gotten engaged. Both had their whole life's ahead of them and the women they loved were safe and alive. His wife was dead and buried, placed in some box under the ground. Just like his parents they were taken away, and here he was left alone to deal with the broken pieces.

"My wife is dead."

The words seemed to hang in the air as Stockwell blinked and stared at him. Blake looked at his friend before taking a deep breath.

"My wife is dead...and so isn't my son."

"John..."

Before Stockwell could say another word Blake reached into his pocket, threw down a twenty dollar bill and turned grabbing his jacket. Daniels reached up, trying to touch his arm before Blake shrugged him away and stared down. Seeing the anger in his eyes, Daniels let go and looked up at him before Blake turned and left.

That night he came home to his empty apartment. The kitchen was full of fruit baskets and food people had sent over but Blake honestly didn't believe he would ever be hungry again. The apartment was dark, and empty. Not bothering with the lights he walked to the fridge, took out a beer and drank in the dark. Walking around he looked around seeing how nearly everything was left exactly how Lucy had left it. Her shall was still laying across the sofa, a book she was in the middle of reading underneath the coffee table, even her clip on earrings laying in a small glass bowl near the TV. Shuffling around, almost in a daze the last few days seemed like a complete blur.

Now it was all over. Lucy was buried and he was alone.

Walking around, drinking his beer he walked down the hall before going to the second door on the left. Pausing for a moment, he stared at the doorway before swallowing hard and pushing it open.

The door swung open slowly and there he looked in at the darkness of what would have been his unborn son's nursery.

He had been setting it up for Lucy.

Standing in the doorway, still in his suit, he stared in at the empty crib which would never be filled. The dresser filed with all those baby clothes Lucy had bought which would never be born. The rocking chair he had sanded down himself, which would never be sat in.

Walking in, he walked over to the crib before looking at the mobile he had bought for her. Using his free hand, he gently touched the birds and watched them swing back and forth.

That's when the reality of Lucy's death fully hit him. From the moment the accident happened, he knew he had been in shock. Pushed forward into an ongoing motion and he hadn't fully stopped until now. The funeral was finished, Lucy was buried, and here he was.

Standing, his hand opened up dropping his half empty bottle of beer and letting it clank to the floor and roll away. Bringing his hands to his crumbling back, he moaned loudly before his knees buckled and he fell hard to the floor. Reaching out, he held onto the bars of the crib. Pressing his forehead against them, he cried loudly not only mourning for his wife.

But mourning for his child as well.

Present Day

Robin stood, mask in all before Gordon on the rooftop, right before the Bat signal which had been repaired. It was a chilly cold winter's night and he stood before a man he had looked up to and even thought of as a father at one time.

Going over police records, Gordon was showing him one the latest break outs from the metal hospital just outside the island of Gotham. This was the first time in a while he had seen Gordon worried.

Frowning, Robin looked down at the records.

"You think she's heading here?"

Gordon sighed rubbing the back of his neck.

"After you know who killed himself, anything is possible. She's unstable...and if anyone could start some damage here again, it might be her."

Robin nodded before motioning towards the records.

"Mind if I look these over?"

Gordon nodded handing them to him and looking over at the young man's face, now hidden behind the black mask and paint.

"Of course..."

Taking them, Robin stared at Gordon before clearing his throat.

"Can I ask you something?"

Gordon just stared as Robin went on.

"Do you think what I'm doing is crazy?"

Gordon smirked before shaking his head.

"You're a symbol...something I believe Mr. Wayne would felt comforted knowing was around to protect his city."

Nodding, Robin stood back before the wind picked up. Turning away Gordon stared up at the dark night sky.

"Feels like there's a storm coming..."

When he turned back, nobody was there. Smirking again, he nodded to the darkness knowing he was putting his trust in good hands.

Five Years Earlier

It was a nice clear morning.

Lucy was just three weeks away from her due date.

Looking enormous nearly eight and half months pregnant, her perfectly round stomach stuck out from her face as she walked with Blake down the sidewalk. Taking the morning off, Blake was bringing Lucy to her latest doctor's appointment. So far everything was going fine, and the excitement for the baby made him feel like smiling all the time.

"Um, Nick, Alex, Paul, Zach..."

Blake listed off named. The latest had been the two of them not being able to settle on a name. Laughing, Lucy shook her head.

"I told you, I don't care what we name him. You can pick really..."

Blake made a face as he held her hand.

"Come on, there has to be one you like..."

Stopping on the sidewalk, waiting for the light the two of them watched as cars zoomed by. Just then Robin felt his radio on his belt go off. Rolling his eyes he looked down, twisting the knob to listen, he stopped on the edge of the sidewalk.

"Hold on babe..."

Lucy let go of his hand and stepped to the edge before the light changed. Glancing up for a second, Blake smiled as he unhooked his radio and met his wife's eyes for just a second before people began to cross. Smiling back at him she took one step off the sidewalk when an older couple who were right beside her stopped. The man shouted and waved...

"WATCH OUT!"

Before Blake could even react, he saw the car come speeding through the intersection and through the light. Lucy stood there one second, and was taken underneath the next. The screaming sound of breaks squealed through the air before the smell of burning rubber overcame him. There was a horrible sound of twisting metal and broken glass before people began running.

Letting his radio go as it crackled, Blake stared with his eyes wide and his mouth open.

One second Lucy was there...

The next...

He saw the car that had done it, fifteen or so yards down the street. Smoke coming from it. He saw the shattered glass, and then the trails of blood.

Right away a numbness overcame him as people started running. Stepping out on legs that didn't feel his own, Blake stared down and saw the crumbled up bloody heap that just seconds ago had been his wife.

"LUCY!"

He screamed and started off running as fast as he could, beating all the other people coming in that direction. Dropping to his knees, he knelt beside her and saw the large pool of blood all ready forming underneath her.

"Oh God, no..."

He reached out with trembling hands and turned over her twisted and broken body. Her arms felt as if they were broken in a million pieces. Turning her over slightly, he stared down at her and right away he felt his own heart freeze in his chest.

She laid there, the side of her head caved in. Her eyes half open, staring up at the sky with little to no life left in them. Blood was soaked on her dress, and her skull was shattered with bloody chunks dripping down her damaged dragged face.

"Baby? Baby!"

He asked, feeling his voice begin to quiver and break. Lucy didn't seem to hear him at first before her eyes shifted and looked up at him. She stared at him for a second before they froze and seemed to glaze over before him. Her body shook for a second before coming still. Sitting there in the middle of the street, Blake knew what had happened.

His wife had died in his arms.

He didn't notice the crowd surrounding him, or the driver stumble out of the car, his head bleeding and swearing. He didn't hear the screams or the gasps, nor did he hear the sirens in the distance. All he felt was his wife's broken bloody body laying in his arms.

Her stomach was still. Usually the baby moved up at storm, but he knew well enough.

Both his wife and son were dead.

Staring down, he felt himself shake. Looking at her damaged face, he whispered and gently touched her.

"No...please no..."

But it was no use.

The last important thing in Blake's life was taken from him.

Just before his very eyes.