It took Bruce a matter of days to finish planning the funeral. He'd sent invitations, picked a casket, and found the place that he would lay Dick to rest in peace. Bruce had, since Dicks family had been buried, bought the cemetery where they had been buried, and had been sure to save several places beside the Grayson's Body's, for Dick and any family he may have.

The cemetery actually looked quite lovely, now. Green grass, and many sakura trees over the place. It was fall now, so all the flowers would be falling from the trees. It was quite a site, to see all those flowers falling from all those trees, and dancing in the wind.

Everyone seemed to enjoy the sight, if only just a little. The service was verily short, but no one minded. Most everyone was at least seventy years of age, and even then, there weren't even very many of them.

There was Bruce, Barbara, Tim, and Terry. Even Dana, Terry's betrothed, had come to the funeral. There was also Vic Stone, Kory Anders, and Raven. They were three of the members of the Teen Titans. Bruce had found that Garfield Logan had some a few years prior.

There were plenty of flowers on the grave, in an assortment of different colors. Red, pink, yellow, and white. Each had a meaning, a reason for it's being there.

Red meant love, respect, passion, and courage. Bruce had loved Dick, even if their relationship had not fully allowed him to express it. Neither he, nor Dick, had been comfortable with their emotions, so little had been shown. Bruce had respected Dick, though Dick wouldn't have believed it even if Bruce had told him. Dick had been very passionate about every aspect of his life, and had always been a hard worker. Dick was also one of the bravest people Bruce had known.

Pink meant grace and confidence. Dick's grace is what had earned him the name of Robin, before even having met Bruce. Being an acrobat meant strength, agility, and grace, Dick had all of this in abundance. He'd also been very confident, a little too confident at times. It was one of the reason's Dick had come to despise Bruce, because Bruce had been too worried about Dick to believe in him the same way Dick believed in himself.

Yellow meant friendship, and while in later years Dick and Bruce had not been close friends, they had started out that way, as friends. Bruce had also known that Dick had found great friends while in the Teen Titans. He would have done anything for those friends, and it had seemed the reverse was also true.

White meant secrecy. Bruce had found that it had taken Dick three years of being with the Titans for him to reveal himself to them. The simple fact that he had been Robin, and later Nightwing, and that the only people who knew, and were still alive, were at the funeral today, and had yet to tell a soul.

Bruce hated to admit it, but he was tired. It took little for him to exert himself, and if he didn't get some rest he would likely collapse. "Terry, lets go."

Terry gave a nod, and walked with Dana toward the car. Bruce noticed that Terry was also keeping a close eye on him, and making sure he would close enough to catch just in case Bruce did collapse. Terry had become too much like himself.


Diana had watched the funeral from afar. She hadn't Known Nightwing very well, and didn't feel she would belong.

Bruce had shown little emotion, as always. He rarely grieved when others would be able to see him. There was also Terry with a young woman that Diana assumed was the woman he was going to marry.

There were two elderly people Diana couldn't recognize, that Bruce had talked with before the body had been put in the ground. One man, and one woman.

There had been others too. A woman with long hair and distinctive green eyes. She hadn't seemed to stop crying through the entire thing. There was what seemed to be some sort of mix between a man and a machine, that had comforted that woman that couldn't stop crying. Also a woman in a purple cape, who seemed, if it were possible, to have even fewer emotions than Bruce.

It wasn't long before she saw Bruce leaving, without so much as a word to the others there, except Terry, and Terry was Bruce's ride home.

Diana knew Bruce had loved Richard Grayson like his own son. She also knew of all the trouble there had been in their relationship. It had never changed the way Bruce felt about his adopted son.

Diana supposed she should head back to the manor. Even though Bruce was now able to move around some, he still needed to have someone with him at all times. Bruce was very old, and very weak, and couldn't be alone anymore. Terry had told if he missed his medication again, it was even less likely he could be revived, because his body had been weakened by the last time he had forgotten them.

She was starting to get nervous around him. Diana didn't know if she could be with him in his final moments, knowing there was nothing there was nothing that could be done. Bruce had been a warrior nearly all his life, and he deserved a warrior's death.