AN. Before I start I would like to say sorry for the amount of time it has taken for me to update. I wasn't really sure on where I wanted to go with my story after some of the reviews I got where I was able to stop and really think on how I wanted this to go.

Chapter three

Bruce's Pov

I can understand the frustration Richard must be going through. Two of my children, although not my children by blood, have committed malicious acts of murder. I know how angry and enraged I should feel but I don't. A dull numbness clouds my thoughts and body, like fog on a winters morning. How could someone who brought me light into my life of darkness do something as dark as murder. The victim's name was Edward White. He was 32 and had no children or family to speak of, he had a clean record. That was until six years ago where he started to involve himself with petty criminals and crimes.

A sigh of frustration unwillingly left my lips, I was still trying to trace him. Around an hour ago Wally had come speeding in here, his mouth a blur and his words rushed so it sounded like a constant mummer. From what my mind could decipher, he was going on about Dick calling him to say goodbye and to not look for him. Who does he think I am? Why would I not search for him?

Red Hood AKA Jason Todd, the second Robin. After his death in the fiery explosion I had lost all hope in ever caring for another lost child, that was until Tim Drake came along. A young boy had somehow managed to deduce who was behind the cowl and I instantly knew that the robin mantel was calling for a new owner. Richard was my first Robin. He had lost his parents at the tender age of nine. I remember seeing the broken look in his eye when I came to adopt him from the juvenile centre, he reminded me of myself at that age. Lost. Alone. Scared. He had immediately melted the ice that covered my heart and taught me to care for other people other than Alfred. Although many opposed to the idea of Robin because of his age, I knew this is what h needed, what was right.

I knew that I shouldn't have called for Nightwing's assistance on the uprising of gangs in Gotham. His mind had been wondering and now all of the revelations of his past, and his supposed future, had caused him to resort to killing.

Why didn't he stop? I could help him, just like I did before. I know he and Wally have had disagreements about loyalty and the stress of running the young justice team as starting to build in his mind, but surely he knew I cared. I was so alone and I owe him so much, Jason has killed. He mostly uses guns. Guns. Guns are what started all of this off, they killed my parents and are the tool my corrupted son uses to murder. How could I have messed so much as a father that I can't even stop my own children from murdering anyone? Don't stop Jason when I'm given a chance, and I didn't intervene when Nightwing shed blood tonight.

A beeping on my computer brings my full attention to it. It's Dickie-bird. He's in Gotham airport boarding the 22:19 flight to England. The last time he was seen on camera was at a pay phone next to the drinks machine. He speaks on the phone for around two minutes and turns around to bard his flight. Although there is no sound I can see that he's having a hard time fighting back tears. I need to find him quickly if I have a hope of my bright son returning home.

I can't loose another son. I CAN'T. I WON'T go through the utter heartbreak of burring another loved one. No parent should ever bury their child. I never intend to do it again. With that I dress as Bruce Wayne and scurry out of the batcave. I return to my study where a dust covered photo lays abandoned in my draw. I open the draw with a grinding sound, where I inspect the photo. It's a father's day card from Dick and Jason. It's hand drawn and signed by both of them. Why couldn't life go back to that? Why did Slade have to corrupt Dick? Why did he have to learn about his heritage?

Why did Jason have to die?

Why does everything I love turn to dust around me?

AN 2 well I know what im going to do now! I just need to write it. I have mock exams coming up at school to prepare us for our GCSE's which is a scary thought. I need time to revise so my updates will be off somewhat. I know this chapter isn't the best but I need to update and get my ideas down. Also I have struggled to reply to reviews because I have no idea how to, since my computer is annoying and doesn't always show icons on my screen.