Superman and Green Lantern managed to get to Batman. Batman was rushed to the Javelin and taken to the watchtower. Flash was instantly transported, but with Batman's injuries that just wasn't possible to do safely. Of course exiting the atmosphere wasn't good for his injuries either, but they had no choice.

Batman's injuries were worked on, but things just didn't look good. Everything that could possibly be done was done and Batman lay in the medical ward, unconscious and with a weak pulse. It was generally agreed upon that Batman was waiting to die, so much so that Superman contacted Wayne manor and informed them of the situation. Nightwing and Robin were transported to the Watchtower. There wasn't much time and the two were led to his room. It was hard for them to look at, not because Batman looked particularly emaciated or anything, but just to see the Caped Crusader in his full outfit (it was put back on him after surgery, the Big 7 . . . umm . . . 6 decided he would like to die that way), laying on his back and hooked up to a bunch of different machines, was tragic. Robin and Nightwing took a seat on each side of Batman and waited. They weren't the only ones. There was a window in Batman's room that looked into the hallway. A large group of heroes had gathered around it to watch Batman in what they believed to be his final moments. Periodically one of the Big 7 . . . umm . . . 6, would shoo away the crowd.

"This isn't a zoo, people . . ." said Green Lantern around 10:00.

"Leave now or this mace is going upside all of your heads!" said Shayera at about 12:00.

"Remove yourselves," said J'onn at about 12:45.

"Don't you people have any respect!" said an irritated Wonder Woman at about 2:15.

"Hey, get outta here!" said Flash at 3:30 exactly.

"I think we owe Batman a little more than turning him into a public spectacle," said Superman at 4:20."

By 5:30 Nightwing took Robin's cape and hung it in the window, so no one could see anything.

By 6:00, Robin took it back and was using it as blanket.

Batman had survived the night, but things didn't look any better. If anything they looked worse. Superman spent the entire day catering to Nightwing and Robin and attempting to comfort them, but neither was very responsive. Batman was dying and there was nothing anyone could do. All expected that he would be gone by the night. The other heroes did their best to deal with the loss.

Shayera was taking it to the training room like nobody else could. She actually broke a considerable amount of equipment. J'onn was much quieter than usual; he spent most of the day in meditation. Flash ate very little and Green Lantern ate everything in site. Wonder Woman spent all day in her room. By nightfall Superman was trying to coax Tim and Dick into eating something. He brought them some food. They picked at it and tried to eat but all of their energy was focused on a prone Batman. As the night went on, Superman came in (after shooing away another crowd) to check on everything. Robin looked like he was asleep, but Nightwing showed no signs of physical fatigue, although it was hard to tell with the mask on. Robin's mask was off. He kept taking it off to wipe his teary eyes and eventually he left it off completely.

"Any change?" asked Superman.

"No," said Nightwing, "Is there any place where Tim can lie down and go to sleep?"

"I'm not asleep, I'm just resting my eyes," said Robin.

"You're sleeping, Tim," said Nightwing.

"No, I'm not and I'm Robin, now," Tim said through a yawn.

"Fine," replied Nightwing.

"Have you gotten any rest?" Superman asked Nightwing.

"No."

"How is Alfred taking this?"

"Batman isn't dead yet, Superman," said Nightwing.

"I wasn't . . . I didn't mean . . . I'm sorry. I just want to help," said Superman. Nightwing sat in silence. "You know Dick, if you need anything, anything at all, you can always come to me." Nightwing didn't respond. "It's amazing you two aren't related. You're just like him," said Superman.

"Too much like him and yet not enough."

"What do you mean?"

"I should have been there for him."

"Dick you couldn't have . . ."

"I'm not talking about the explosion. I'm talking about the past few years. I'm talking about me being angry at him for cutting himself off and then doing the same thing. I'm talking about being so desperate for "independence" that he'll never know how I felt about him. He'll never know that in my head, I called him Dad. Because I was so selfish . . ."

"Dick you're being too hard on yourself," said Superman.

"You don't know what you're talking about. I was so desperate to break free, but I didn't mind taking his money. I never realized how much of my "independence" was completely dependent on him. And now what? Who's going to take care of Wayne Corp.? The house? The cave? Tim and Alfred? God, I don't know how to plan a funeral? Two funerals, because this is going to kill Alfred. His heart's breaking, I know it, I saw it when he told me. Barbara is back home trying to take care of Gotham, but how can she do that with this on her mind? What am I supposed to do now?"

"Dick, you aren't alone in this," said Superman.

"But I am alone. I'm as alone as he was, because now I know how lonely it is to have to take care of everyone and everything. I thought he was being cold, but he was just trying to pull everything together for us, not just for us, for a whole city. How's a man supposed to do that and still be the perfect father, son, and friend? Huh? How much can one man do?"

"Dick, I loved Batman," Superman said to his own surprise, "but he constantly put too much pressure on himself. He was not alone and he didn't have to be alone. Just look at all of us. I'm certain everyone who knew him would have bent over backwards for him if he asked, even if he didn't."

"Tim's asleep. Is there somewhere he could lie down?" said Dick. Superman noticed the subject change and sighed.

"Yes, I'll take him to another room in the infirmary," said Superman.

"I'll take him; just tell me where it is."

"I'll lead the way."

Nightwing walked over to Robin and began to pick him up. A groggy Robin looked up to Nightwing and said, "Don't worry Charlie, he left you the factory." Then Robin fell back to sleep. Nightwing picked him up bridal style and Superman led them to another room were Robin could sleep on an actual bed. Two and a half tense hours later, Robin woke up and began looking around. He exited the room and started looking around; where am I and how do I get back to Bruce's room? Robin stood around looking confused until Black Canary came walking down the hallway. Robin asked Canary which way Batman's room was. One bird-themed hero led the other until they came upon the room in question. Black Canary wanted to say something to help the obviously hurting boy, but could come up with nothing suitable to say.