AN: Some serious Damian feels in this chapter! I was totally missing him when I wrote it!

We're quiet as we wait for Tim to come pick us up, and I was having a difficult time staying awake. I crane my neck a little bit, and I almost jump out of my skin when I see Damian sitting cross legged next to me. He's holding his head in his hand, and he's lazily twirling a dagger in his other hand.

"Hey, Jay."

"Y-you're still-"

"Yeah, I am. It's a long story." Dami makes eye contact with me, and he gives me that mischievous little smile of his. "I just wanted to talk to you again while you were sane, sis." I find myself tearing up, still having a hard time believing that he was dead. I still don't remember, despite Clara being dead.

Damian suddenly holds his hand out to me. "Let's take a walk."

"Dami, that's a little-" He yanks me up, and I'm surprised when I don't feel any pain. Oh, it's a dream, right? I'm wearing my Red Hood suit, and I'm a bit thankful for that.

"Yes, this is a dream. Come on, Todd." The little boy continues to hold my hand as we walk through the ever-expanding white space. It suddenly begins to turn into a familiar place: Wayne Enterprises, specifically where most of the products are held.

"What are we doing here, Damian?" I ask, looking around at the place. It was so perfect in detail that I almost believe that this is the real deal.

"I'm helping you remember."

"Remember what?"

"My death."

I tense up, still not comfortable with this. Damian is my little brother, and he'll always be my little brother. He grew up being trained as an assassin. He was trained to kill things, just like me. Despite what everyone thought, Damian and I got along quite well. We just enjoyed making the other two brothers pull their hair out in annoyance whenever we would 'argue' with each other when we were just teasing with some violent gestures.

We couldn't help that we worked well with each other, since like I have said, we both had killed people before. Out of all the baby birds, Damian probably knew the most about me. He's the only one that I've shown my weak side to, even if he could kill me in a fraction of a second. But, he's shown his own 'weak' side to me as well, so I guess we both hold it against each other in a good way.

"Dami, are you really dead? This isn't some sick joke of yours?" I ask, and he brings us to an abrupt stop.

"No, it is not. I am sorry. I wasn't able to live against the Heretic. I was defeated in battle, but I was given a hero's death, which I would much rather have than of one of dying of old age."

I snort, and lift him onto my shoulders like I would when we were away from the rest of the Batfamily. "Of course, you would want that. But, Dami, you're only eleven years old. I wasn't even that young when I first died." I take a deep breath, trying to keep myself from breaking down in front of the boy. He was playing with my curly black hair like it was the most fascinating thing in the world as I continue to walk through the huge room.

"I've met some good people up here, Jay. I'm happy. I am kind of surprised that you still do not remember your time up in this place, but that's probably because of the Lazarus pit." He replies, and I sigh in relief. I'm glad that he's not alone. Damian is just a little boy! He needs to be loved, even in death. Oh for crying out loud! A kid assassin is making me a soft teddy bear!

"I'm going to miss you, Dami. But you'd better save me a seat up in heaven, because I'll be clawing my way from hell to see you again like this." We both laugh, but I stop when I see something that I didn't want to see.

Both Damian and I are fighting two people, together. I don't recognize either of our attackers, since they were wearing dark clothing to hide their appearances. I don't remember this ever happening. "Dami, what's going on?"

"The one I am fighting is the Heretic, and the one you are fighting is called Grim. They are both clones of ourselves, except they're much older." He answers, and I see myself pull off the mask on Grim's face to see that it was indeed the same as mine. Yet older.

"I'm a hot old lady." We both chuckle nervously. "So, did Talia do this?" She was the only one that could so something like this, or would even want to. I know that she's got blood samples from the both of us, and the technology to do it.

"Yes, this was the work of my mother." That must have stung, for the both of us. I put my utmost trust in the woman, and she makes a clone of me.

"Why?"

"I believe she said that it was a teaching to the both of us. For us to move forward as more experienced. Or, something like that." Damian pulls a little bit on my hair when the both of our past selves are knocked to the ground together. I move a little bit closer to hear what we're saying. How could I forget something like this?

"Man, I can't believe these guys got us both." Red Hood says, readjusting her helmet on her head. "They're what- twice our age? This is embarrassing, Dami."

"Which is why we will not let them live through this day. Why don't we switch partners?" Robin suggests, and they get up to step on the other side of the other.

But, the two clones were adamant to fight their younger selves, and they ended up back at square one again. Robin is at a sudden disadvantage when Heretic grabs a nearby sword, and the criminal's back up arrives to start shooting at the two heroes. Red Hood and Grim were hashing it out, fist to fist, and it wasn't clear to see who was winning, even with Red's disadvantage of being shot at.

Grim suddenly smacks her helmet off, and her black curls are revealed. Robin looks over at her in shock, and Heretic takes the chance to shove the sword into his heart.

"Tt." Red Hood sees this, and roars when the little boy is dropped to the ground like a piece of trash. She grabs Grim's face, and stomps on her pelvis, immediately cracking it. Her swords from the League of Assassins appear in her hands, and she slices the clone's body to unrecognizability.

"You're going to pay." Red growls when she turns to Heretic, and she leaps to get locked in a heated fight with him.

A couple of batarangs hit the Heretic in the chest, and she jumps back before she can get hit by the bombs as well. Batman and Nightwing both run in, and both simultaneously attack the large assassin. They try to keep their eyes off of the little boy lying on the ground, and Red takes the opportunity to kill the rest of his men who had started charging at them.

In a few minutes, she rushes back to the little boy, who was already gone. He was long gone. "No, no, no. Dami!" Red attempts to stop the blood that was still pouring out, even though she knew that it was pointless. "Come on, demon brat! Don't you dare do this to me! You're a fucking Wayne! You're not supposed to die here today!"

She was crying as she gives up, and clutches him to her chest. "Dami…" She doesn't move from there, not even when the Heretic manages to escape both Nightwing and Batman. Red ignores him, planning to kill the bastard later.

I sat there for so long that Bruce and Dick had time to both wake up. They both see the scene, and they're silent as they stare at the colorful little Robin in the Red Hood's arms. "Jay…?"

Her head spins towards them, and she glares as they walk over to her. Red stands up, still holding him tightly until she gives him to Dick. "Take care of him."

She grabs her helmet when neither of them are able to say anything back, and she disappears out of Wayne Enterprises.

I turn around to face the opposite view of the two mourning men with Damian still on my shoulders. I'm crying again, of course. The little bastard had always been able to get me to do that. Damian puts his hands on my eyes, and opens them to reveal that we're in an empty Batcave.

"Dami, you-you, dammit, Damian!" I sob as I kneel down, letting him get off of my back. "What was the point of this? Why don't I remember this? Hell, I don't even remember your funeral!"

"You were there." He says as he hugs me by my shoulders, now as the one who was comforting me. "You remember, but you're just keeping the memories from yourself. You're making yourself forget. I want you to remember me. Please, as someone who sees that killing a few criminals that had too many second chances isn't always a bad thing, don't forget me." Damian touches his forehead to mine, and the memories come back in an instant. I sob even harder, pulling the little boy into my arms.

I remember hiding behind the tree as Damian's casket was laid down at Wayne Manor, and coming back later to it. I can't believe that he thinks that I would forget him! He's my precious little brother! I realize that I understand the pain that Dick had to go through with me, and I really hated myself for making fun of him being such a sentimental dolt. I'm doing the same thing. I'm being a sentimental dolt.

"Listen, Todd, I need to tell you something." Damian pulls back, and he stands over me, trying to act like an adult like he always does. "One, there's a note that I hid in your special drawer in your safe house in France."

I look at him confused as I quickly rub my eyes. I probably look like a mess, and this is a dream. "When were you in France?" The little devil smirks.

"I can drive the Batwing too, you know." I roll my eyes at him, but I can't help but smile anyways.

I wrap my arm around his neck, and ruffle his hair roughly. "Whatever you say, little brat!" Damian cackles, and easily gets out of my goofy hold. He's smiling, but I can tell that he's still not done.

"Look, I'm dead, so let me get everything out, just like old times?"

I nod my head, and cross my legs together. "Go for it, then."

He takes a deep breath, like he was preparing to speak in front of a whole audience of people. "Todd, I need you to look after Dick, and Tim along with Father and Alfred of course. None of us can deal with death very well, and you can't say that they've gotten over my death already. They haven't, I've been watching all of you. So, try not to isolate yourself from them as much as you do."

"As much." I mutter, noticing that part of his speech especially. I can't believe I'm getting grilled from him about this. I feel like this is ironic.

"Yes, which means going out, and doing things with them as Jane Todd Wayne, not Red Hood." I don't say anything to this, and instead silently pout. "You know, like being a human, especially since your little outlaw group got discarded. You can't be a soldier all the time, you know. Our family taught me that, and after everything that you've been through for the past week, I'd say that you have too. You're just being stubborn with that huge ego of yours."

"Hey!" Damian laughs at me, and I tackle him so I can tickle him. He's a super ticklish little boy thanks to Dick's little 'torture' sessions during the day. "Are you done, Mr. Know it All?"

"Yes!" He giggles, and he sounds just like his age, as he should. "Just promise me that you will do this!" I stop, and pull him into a tight hug again.

"Dami, if that's what you want, I can do that. But, I can't promise that I'll be able to be with them all of the time or to always be on good terms with them." I tell him, and he snorts.

"Yes, I understand." We sit there for a little bit before it suddenly feels like I'm being lifted, like someone was pulling me up.

"Dami!" I gasp as I start losing my grip on him. My little brother smiles up at me.

"I love you, Jane. Always have, always will."

"Damian!" I scream, and then I wake up. "Hello, world."

AN: Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed my sentimental Jay cuz there's more to come! He-he, you know as a writer how sometimes your emotions show in your writing? Well, that's what happened, and tada! Sentimental Jay! Please review or PM me! It's so awesome to hear from you guys, especially since I'm so new to this.