Epilogue
This whole story is heavily inspired by Glimare's Without Me. I highly recommend you read some of Glimare's work. I want to thank Glimare so much, she helped me get this up and out of my head. So, kudos to her!
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Jason, Timothy and Damian stared at the glass case. Bruce was typing away on the Batcomputer.
"Hard to believe the guy we've been after the past three years is dead. It's like we don't have a mission anymore." Jason commented. Tim nodded in agreement.
"We'll be fine. Batman is still working on Selina. We can always try to get Jinx, Raven, Gar, you know, the people who are undecided or on the line." Tim said. Damian snorted.
"I just can't believe we didn't know who he really was until now!" Damian was nursing a sword slice on his arm. For once the Justice League was taking care of Ra's a Ghul. Joker was in Arkham, and the team was as dispersed as ever. Damian snorted at the term. They weren't a team. They were just some people who understood that sometimes they could do something alone. They didn't even know each other's secret identities. Well, Jason knew Wally and Roy's.
"Well, since he's dead now, we should find his girlfriend and try to convince her not to go on an outrageous killing spree out of revenge." Jason said, wit ha certain tone that made Damian groan.
"You're not going to get lucky with Starfire. And they weren't a couple. They were fuck-buddies." Tim said. A certain jealousy in his tone. "I can't believe he would ever really love anyone."
Damian frowned.
"What about Barbra?" The girl who paraded as Batgirl. Tim and Jason gave Damian a strange look. Damian continued, "She never showed you her collection of love notes?" The older boys shook their heads. Damian smiled. He was one up on them again.
"Didn't realize you liked older girls." Jason teased lightly. Tim rolled his eyes at the boy's immaturity. Damian didn't even flush.
"I guess you guys will have to ask her about them." Damian turned back to the glass case. A small, red chested, green bottoms, and yellow mock cape uniform that had borne the Robin's design was sadly resting in the first case. Next to it was a bloody, torn uniform that Renegade was famous for.
"I wonder what he was like." Damian mused. "I wonder…"
"He always cracked jokes to me." Jason said.
"He always told me to have fun. The idiot." Tim huffed.
Damian was quiet. He had met Renegade once, three years back, when Renegade had just shown up. Renegade was being cursed by Tim and Jason, and half the League for kicking their asses. On the roof of the manor, the two had just sat there.
"You don't work well with Batman." Renegade said. Damian snarled.
"He is nothing like my mother said he would be. I'm tempted to return to her!" Damian sniffled. There was a heavy silence between them.
"The female Robin's death wasn't your fault." Renegade said. Damian froze. Renegade didn't try to rub his back, didn't attack or comfort him. They just sat there, Renegade humming a tune under his breath.
"Who are you?" Damian asked. Renegade turned and smiled at the young boy.
"I'll be to you what you are to me." Then Renegade disappeared.
Damian had never met Renegade ever again. But after that meeting he had tried to work better with Batman. They got much better, but hostilities ran high in the family, as always. Damian frowned. Knowing that Bruce was supposed to adopt the boy who would become Renegade… Damian had a pretty good idea on how the family would have turned out.
"I think he would have been a great brother." Damian muttered. Tim and Jason quit bickering. Batman had stopped typing.
"We have patrol." Batman announced a minute later. The group threw on their masks and headed into the night.
Done!
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