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Note- Green Arrow (Oliver Queen) knows Batman's secret identity.

Chapter 9

Oliver Queen felt like his house had been invaded.

Why?

Because Superman, Black Canary, Flash, Aqualad, M'gann, Superboy, Kid Flash and Artemis were sitting in his living room, obviously here for something. Oliver wasn't stupid though. He knew that it had something to do with Robin and Roy.

Oh, why did they have to come to me? he thought to himself, itching to grab his cell phone to call Bruce. Why couldn't they have gone to Batman?

But they hadn't.

They had come to him.

Now he had two options.

He could lie and pretend to be a grieving parent.

Or.

He could come clean.

. . . He didn't like his options.

Not.

At.

All.

Either way, he would be betraying his friends. If he lied, he'd be betraying their trust. But if he came clean, he would betraying BATMAN'S, Robin's and Roys' trust. I'm screwed either way, Oliver groaned to himself.

_ With Bruce_

Bruce hated arranging funerals.

He hated how funerals reminded him of everything he had lost.

Innocence.

Love.

Joy.

Laughter.

Home.

Dick.

But that was silly, right? He hadn't lost Dick because Dick was still alive and well. He just wasn't with Bruce anymore.

That didn't make this any easier.

He still had to pretend to be a grieving parent that was being consumed by the lost of their child. He now had to pretend that Dick was gone, taken by death's cruel hand. He now had to deal with the emptiness of his home, Dick's childish laughter no longer echoing down the dark halls.

Maybe Dick had been right, Bruce thought.

But then remembering how much the little acrobat had changed him for the better, Bruce thought again.

No, Dick was wrong. The memories are making this bareable, Bruce thought, his heart aching at the long years ahead of him without Dick. But he would do it. He would because he knew that someday, Dick would come back to watch him die.

Bruce wasn't sure if that made him feel better or worse.

It was a bittersweet thought but Bruce savored it anyway.

Even though he knew that after his death, Dick would left to wonder the world with only Roy by his lonely side.

Clearing his throat, Bruce shut his book close and put it away.

He had to talk to Oliver. If Bruce, the guy who was rock solid, was feeling sad about Dick, there was no telling how Oliver was feeling.

I hope he has doesn't anyone over, Bruce thought as he grabbed the doorknob. Because no one knows that we know each other as Oliver and Bruce.

A/N- I loved writing Batman's part! So, did you like it? Please review! This was published on 2-1-12 with the length of 633 words.