It had been about a month since Grayson's death when Jon (aka Superboy) came over to Wayne Manor. Superman and Batman were away on League business, leaving Alfred and Tim to look after the boys.

Night had soon settled in, and it was time for patrol for the bat family. Red Robin and Robin were accompanied by Superboy as they swung through the buildings, looking for trouble. Since it was Gotham, it didn't take that long.

'This is Oracle. There's a shipment of M16's and C4's coming in at Gotham Pier. Suspected weapons deal at same location in 10 minutes.'

'Copy that, ETA 6 minutes.' Red Robin fired his grappling hook, with Robin following suit. Superboy flew alongside Robin, amazed at everything.

'Do you guys always swing around like this? You guys are like, I dunno, Gotham's Spidermen!'

'-TT- Don't compare us to that high schooler with self-obsessions with rejection, inadequacy, and loneliness.' Pause. 'Huh, that actually sounds like Drake.'

True to his word, they arrived at the port in 6 minutes. Standing on top of a shipping container, Red Robin surveyed the area with his binoculars. A small group of masked men stood guard as the others unloaded the weapons.

"Okay so we need a plan of attack. Superboy will distract, since he's bulletproof now, Robin, you'll- Robin!"

Robin was nowhere to be seen- only his voice could be heard through the comms.

"I have a plan: Attack."

Three birdarangs flew through the air, knocking out the sentries. Robin dropped down on top of the weapons container, three birdarangs in each hand.

Red Robin gripped his bo staff and leapt into action, with Superboy following suit. The gunmen stood no chance.

"Robin!"

Damian rolled his eyes before turning to Tim, glaring daggers at his direction. Tim seemed unfazed, however, giving Damian an angered and disapproving look.

"What are you doing? You just left your entire left flank opened! And don't give me the usual 'Oh, I'm heir to the demon and the bat and have been trained from birth' crap 'cause you know I won't buy it."

"-TT- You sound just like father."

"I need you to stop being reckless. You're endangering and yourself! Who knows what could've happened…"

Tim continued to lecture Damian, who angrily hurled insults back at him. Jon watched anxiously, unsure if he should break up the argument.

All three of them didn't notice one of the armed thugs gaining consciousness. A freight train rushed by not too far from the trio, covering the small click as the criminal reached for his sidearm. Superboy's hearing was still developing, and the freight train didn't help either. The gun was pointed at Red Robin. The gun slowly steadied. It took careful aim. Finger tightening on the trigger.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The freight train passed, and all remained silent.

"...Robin?!"

Red Robin stared in shock as Damian collapsed in front of him. Superboy quickly overcame his shock and swiftly punched the living daylights out of the criminal. Tim rushed to Damian's side and quickly assessed his injuries. Tim's eyes widened, noticing three bleeding holes on his torso.

Nightwing's wasn't the only compromised suit.

"So...Stupid…" Damian wheezed, though Tim wasn't sure who it was directed at.

Jon flew back to Damian's side, panic setting in.

"Is he- Ohmagoshhe'sgonnadieitsallmyfaultohmagosh-" Jon rambled, his hands grabbing his hair in fists. Then he stopped. "We can still save him, right?"

Tim shook his head; he knew it was too late. The nearest hospital was 20 minutes away, Superboy's powers were still fluctuating and Batman was offworld.

Damian's trembling hand made it towards Tim's and gripped it. Tim turned to see Damian pleading to him, his eyes begging.

"Don't let...Grandfather...my body...please..." he wheezed.

Tim's heart wrenched.

"I… I won't let him. Ever. "

Damian turned to Jon, trying to form a smile. "Don't… do anything… stupid…"

Jon returned a sad smile and nodded, rubbing his eyes furiously with the back of his hand.

"Tell Penny-one...look after my pets…"

Damian faced the sky, the stars sparkling as though it was welcoming one of its own.

"Grayson…"

Tears slipped from Tim's eyes as Damian shuddered with an exhale, his green eyes now dull and unmoving. Tim cradled Damian's lifeless body, Jon standing in shock at his former friend and mentor, as Tim contacted Oracle.

'Robin has fallen,' Tim croaked shakily into the earpiece, trying to hold in the sobs that crawled up his throat,

'I repeat, Robin has fallen.'