Epilogue



As the priest and the other guests looked on, Barbara Gordon, Richard Grayson, Timothy Drake, and Terrance McGinnis each sprinkled a handful of dirt on Bruce Wayne's coffin.

Later, after everyone had paid their final respects, the four of them were left alone. Slowly, tears began to fall, along with a cold and heartbroken rain.

Out of no where, Terry whispered softly, "The legacy won't die, Bruce. I promise you that. It won't die."

"No it won't," Barbara answered as she carefully placed an arm around the younger man. "The four of us will see to that."

Terry turned and stared at her for a moment. Seeing the firm resolve in her eyes, standing side by side with the deep and echoing sorrow, he enfolded her in a tight hug. After a moment, Tim and Dick joined them.

*!*

Mary and Matt McGinnis, Max Gibson, Sam Young, Dick and Tim's wives and children stood watching from a distance as the four who'd been left behind clustered together for the support that only they could grant one another.

Mary shook her head. She doubted she'd ever truly understand what they'd lost three weeks ago. It was only something that those who'd felt the loss could understand.

But they'd continue on. She knew that. For Bruce Wayne, they'd keep going.













"Though we are not now
that strength which in old days
moved earth and heaven,
that which we are, we are…
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
made weak by time and fate,
but strong in will…
to strive, to seek, to find…
and not to yield."


Tennyson's Ulysses