Chapter 13. Man, that chapter depressed me. I'm wrapping the story up now.

It took the whole team a week to recover enough for the funeral. The public one was for the young artist James Thompson, who died as a hostage of Joker's; an easy enough story for the public to believe. The private funeral was for James Thompson a.k.a Red Hood, the newest JL member. Robin wore a black dress shirt, a sport jacket, black slacks, black socks, shoes, and sunglasses. Batman was similarly dressed, as was Tim and Alfred. Batgirl wore a black dress, most of the girls did. All of eth JL was there. There was a lot of black.

Robin just stared at the grave; it was near to his parents. He couldn't cry anymore, all his tears were gone. Tim went up to Robin and hugged him. Most people didn't know Tim, but they didn't question his attendance.

"You gonna be ok Rob?" Tim asked. Robin didn't respond. Time felt uneasiness creep into his stomach.

"Yeah. Sorry, Red." Robin looked tired Tim thought.

"Don't call me 'Red.'"

"Well, until I tell the team, what do I call you?"

"Tell us what?" Wally asked. He was so loud everyone looked over. Everyone noticed Robin looked way to old in his black.

"Might as well tell them here." Tim said quietly. Robin looked to Batman. His father nodded. Dick cleared his throat.

"Um, I've decided I can no longer be Robin." Shocked gasps echoed through the crowd.

"Dude!" Wally exclaimed.

"That is a very surprising announcement." Kaldur said. He was in a wheel chair being pushed by Rocket.

"Really man? You just had to say it like that." Tim said in an exasperated tone. Dick smirked, and then probably because he wasn't good at being depressed and he had been depressed for a while, he started to really laugh.

"Couldn't help it! You guys should have see your reactions!"

"I've recorded this whole evening Mister Not-Robin." Alfred said. His face was serious, but his tone light.

Dick took a deep breath than looked at everyone.

"I didn't mean I would stop being part of the team. I just can't be 'Robin' anymore. That isn't me. I've decided to hand that persona to my little brother here." Tim waved. "Instead I would appreciate it if you guys supported me as Aripi de Noapte."

"What?" everyone asked. Dick grinned.

"Nightwing of course."

I know crap ending, well actually I like it. Aripi de Noapte means wings of the night. So Nightwing.

Anyway, I have to short stories that I'll post, they are background Stories. If you're interested look for The Last Time and Aripi de Noapte