DEAR AGONY

"He was my brother. Not by blood but by happiness. He was the opposite of me but we still had so much in common. I wanted to watch him grow up and get a job. Like an older brother should. But now I don't have that opportunity because now he's dead. Jason, if you can hear me, I'm sorry that I messed up. I should have taken better care of you."

I walked down from the podium and Bruce held me tightly as we walked to the car. Alfred held the door open for me as I slipped in. When we got home I went to Jason's room, it still smelled like him. Why did Joker have to kill him? I looked around and saw pictures of him and me everywhere. One picture I didn't see though. I started looking around the room but couldn't find it. I went into my room and crumpled on the ground crying for the millionth time today. It stayed like this until Tim came.

Tim needed me, I was the oldest brother and had to be responsible. For the longest time he would never talk and her just follow me around all day. Until on the third anniversary of Jason's death he walked in my room without knocking and saw me hugging one of his pillows tightly.

"Dick, what's wrong?"

I wipe my tears away and sit up. He's looking at me with wide eyes. I gesture for him to come sit next to me on my bed. He crawls up and sits next to me as I wrap my arm around him. I pull a picture out of my dresser and hand it to him.

"That's one of the kids Joker killed right?"

"Yeah, Jason. He was my younger brother."

"And it's the third year anniversary isn't it?"

"Yeah. I usually just stay in my room all day and Alfred brings me food."

"Don't you feel lonelier then?"

"It makes me feel closer to Jason because I feel like he's here with me when I think of all our good memories together."

"Dick, Tim! Come down here. There's someone I want you to meet."

I look down at Tim as he grabs my hand and we make our way downstairs. That's when I see him.

Damian Wayne Al Ghul. Bruce told me about him but I'd never met him until now. The creation of good and evil.

"Father, who are these two imbeciles?"

"Hey, watch it squirt." I say

"Oh yeah. I bet I could kill you with one hand tied behind my back. While blindfolded."

"Yeah sure."

"Damian, this is Dick and that's Tim."

"Dick or Richard John Grayson Wayne and Tim Drake. Yeah Mother told me about them. Grayson, what is your strength?"

"Uhm, what?"

"You aren't very bright are you? I asked what are you best at?"

"Well acrobatics mostly. I'm not as smart as Tim but I'm pretty good. Tim is really smart. He can hack and has great detective skills."

"He doesn't talk much does he?"

"No."

I look to Tim and see he's stiff waiting for Damian to attack him. I put my hand on his back as I feel him relax into it somewhat. I look to Bruce and he nods as I lead Tim back to my room. We dealt with Damian for about three years before he was killed too.

Tim was at a summer camp thing to look at colleges and I was home alone. Bruce in Metropolis and Alfred in England with family for the week. I sat in Damian's room at his desk. I pull out some paper and a pencil as I think of something to write. Nothing comes to mind so I head to Jay's room. His iPod is still on his iHome from all those years ago. I press play as the last song he listened to ends.

'Dear Agony,

I have nothing left to give. I have found the worst end. You were made to make it hurt. Disappear into the dirt. Carry me to heaven's arms. Like the way you let me go. Take the time and take my breath, I will end where I began. And I will find the enemy within. Cause I can feel them crawl beneath my skin. Just let go of me. Suffering slowly. Is this the way it's gotta be?

Suddenly the lights go out. Let forever drag me down, I won't fight for one last breath. I won't fight until the end. I've already fought as long as I can. I've suffered too many years. Too many family members have died. Bury me, I can't face this enemy any longer. I'm so sorry this is the way it's gotta be. Leave me alone. Let me go. I'm blue and cold. Just turn around there's nothing left. Somewhere far beyond this world. I feel nothing anymore. I'm sorry Mom, Dad, Jay, Dami, everyone. I'm so sorry.

The charity case,

Dick.'

I roll it up and tie it with ribbon. I hop on my bike and head to the store to buy some helium, a bag of balloons and flowers. When I get home I head to the family cemetery. I place a handful of flowers over Jay's and Dami's graves then I walk into an opening. I pull out a balloon and fill it with helium. I tie some ribbon on it then place the ribbon under a rock. After I have filled every balloon I quickly run back inside for a marker. I write something on each balloon for everyone I've lost. Once done with that I tie each balloon to my letter. I'm hoping one of them gets it and send me some strength to continue forward. After all twenty balloons are tied on it starts raining and I stand under a tree to block most of the rain. I pull a bench under the tree and sit as I reminisce in all the memories I've had back here with my brothers. I see two figures heading towards me and figure it's some paparazzi wanting some back scene pictures. But when they get closer I see Jay and Damian.

"Dick, don't be a Dickwad and end up killing yourself. It might seem like no one's here for you but Bruce, Alfred and probably millions of other people need you. We will always be with you, as long as you don't forget us. Otherwise I might have to come hit you upside the head."

"Like he said, don't make me regret having you as a brother Grayson. And even though I hate to say this Drake would probably kill himself and drive me crazy if you died. So you have to keep Tim away from me."

They walk up to me and hug me as they start disappearing.

"No, don't go."

Then my eyes fly open as I bolt up. The rain is gone and the sun is shining still. Then I notice I don't have the balloons in my hand anymore. I must have been dreaming the entire thing. But they must have gotten my letter.

"I will never forget you guys. Thank you."

A/N: okay so in this chapter Jason doesn't come back to life until like a long time later and I also don't know exactly the difference of years from when Jay died and came back or when Tim comes into play or how long it is until Damian comes and goes. I don't have the comics but this is mostly just meant to be a sad but cute little thing. I don't copy and paste the lyrics of the songs ever. I listen to them and actually type them and change them as I go. So yeah. Don't own nothin' is all I gotta say about them too.

-Leo