Chapter 34: A Death in the Family

Damian's POV

It wasn't fair! Why! Why did he have to die? He was so young! I never even got to say goodbye. I will always carry his memory with me. Always.

Grayson held me tightly and Father placed his hand on my shoulder as I wailed beside the fresh grave. Todd, Pennyworth, and Drake stood solemnly beside the gravestone.

Franklin. My poor turkey. Dead. He was so young!

Pennyworth had gotten him to be our Thanksgiving dinner. But, I was able to save his life. For a short time. I had convinced everyone not to eat him, so Pennyworth had gotten a frozen turkey for the holiday instead. I couldn't let them eat him.

Poor Franklin! He was such a good turkey. He never did anything wrong or caused any trouble. Why? Why did he have to die?

I had named him Franklin because Benjamin Franklin had wanted the turkey to be America's national bird instead of the bald eagle. And he looked like a Franklin.

Franklin always had a spring in his step. He never caused any trouble. Never. He was always so quiet and innocent. Everyone loved him. Even Father and Todd loved him.

Jason's POV

Poor Damian. I feel really bad. It was just a turkey. I spent weeks trying to kill that damn bird. I swear the bird was indestructible. It's death wasn't even my fault. How in the hell would a turkey get a hold of my cigarettes and choke? Apparently, smoking does kill.

Bruce's POV

It's just a turkey. I didn't think Damian would take it this hard. My poor baby boy; crying his little eyes out. If I would have known he'd take it this hard, I wouldn't have had Jason kill the damn bird. I don't know what's worse asking Jason to kill the bird or the fact I had to pay for a funeral and have a tombstone made for a damn turkey! I have got to get Damian some more friends or something.

"Dami, do you want to say a few words?" Dick asked.

Is he serious? I have got to get Damian more friends and I have got to get Dick married off and finished with college. I watched as Dick held Damian's hand as they approached the expensive marble tomb. This is ridiculous!

"Fffranklin, yyou were such a vvaliant aaand noble ffriend. I am… going ttto mmiss you." Damian choked out before turning to face me. "Fffather, would yyou say something?" he pleaded.

Oh shit. "Of course, son." I replied.

As I stepped forward, I heard the unmistakable sound of flapping, gobbling, and a dog barking.

Jason's POV

What the hell! The freaking ghost of the turkey has come to haunt me! I quickly shoved Tim in front of me. Not that I would ever sacrifice Babybird in order to save myself or anything… I'd probably use Dick, but Tim's closer.

I watched from behind Tim as the turkey came flying above the tomb with the mutt right behind the bird. Feathers went everywhere.

"Father, Grayson, Pennyworth, Todd, Drake! Look! It's Franklin! It's a miracle! He's alive!" Damian shouted with joy.

Bruce quickly grabbed Damian's shoulders and bent down to his level. "Are you sure? Are you sure it's Franklin?" Bruce asked frantically while looking Damian in the eye.

"I knew you cared! And of course it's Franklin. I'd know Franklin anywhere." Damian replied happily.

"Then who's in there?" Tim asked while pointing to the tomb.

Bruce's POV

I turned toward Jason. He only shrugged his shoulders. Damn. Never send Jason to do anything. Only he can manage to screw up a hit on a damn bird.

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