You guys…I cried like a baby while writing this.
I know a lot of you guys are going to be asking me if I'm mentally retarded but…this happened for a reason!
Anyways…thanks a bunch to Sirensoundwave for the idea! Love you for the plot bunny.
So… a lot of you guys want Jason and Charlie to have a steamy scene. I'm leaving that totally up to you guys. vote and we'll see.
Anyways, so…I almost got in a fight today.
Some girl decided that because he and her group of wannabe bada**es were older than me and my NINE other friends they got to kick us out of the table we were sitting at.
Here's what I'll say about the situation…I got up and ranted for a good three minutes and then sat down.
The stupid little girl – who was about 4'9, 18, and less than 100 pound and tiny compared to the ten of us- looked at me was her jaw on the floor before walking away with her hips swinging so much that I thought she was going to hit a trashcan and slam the thing to the floor.
Her and her little posse followed her like a a bunch of dogs with their tails between their legs.
What I'm trying to say is…if you guys are like me and have older people to deal with daily…don't let them run what you do.
BACK TO THE STORY!
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EVENT: Family Death.
JASON: Sixteen
The day has started off like any other Thursday.
Jason got up at five thirty for school, picked Charlie up and carried on with his day.
Dick awoke at seven and started the family errands.
Conner left to work shortly after Jason left for school.
The Grayson family didn't expect or suspect anything out of the ordinary.
There were no signs to suggest it!
So when Jason's phone vibrates in his pocket during lunch, he pulls it out calmly…only to have the weight of the world drop onto his shoulders shortly after clicking the answer button.
"Jase! Get to the hospital. It's Bruce." His Pop's voice is anything but rational and calm through the phone.
This being said, Jason stands from the bench he's sitting on and pulling Charlie along with him without a word.
"Jason!" the blonde protests as he looks back at the shocked faces on their friends' faces.
"No words. We have to get to the hospital." Jason growls, his eyes set in determination.
"What? What happened?"Charlie asks with wide eyes.
"I'm not sure. Get in the car." Jason orders.
"Jase?"
"Get in."
… … …
Gotham City Hospital isn't a very high end place.
The buildings were old and the staff was either unhelpful or uninterested.
This leads to a very frustrated Jason and a worried Charlie once they've finally found Jason's parents.
"What's wrong with grandpa?" Jason demands once he reaches Conner.
"Jase…" his parents sigh in unison before pulling him in for a group hug.
"Hey…you guys stop." Jason pulls back and looks up at the older men. "What happened?"
"Bruce…he…it happened this morning…I didn't…"
"Bruce had a heart attack this morning down in the cave. Clark wasn't there to see and when he found him…Bruce wasn't breathing."
"He's dead?!" Jason demands, tears welling up in his eyes.
"We don't know yet. His pulse was active in the ambulance." Dick explains and hugs his son close to his chest.
"Where's grandpa Clark?" Jason demands with moist eyes.
"In the hospital room with the doctors." Conner answers before sighing and turning to look at Charlie.
The Irish boy was awkwardly standing behind them with a sad look in his eyes.
"He's going to be okay right?" Conner hears Jason whispers desperately.
In the sixteen years he'd been raising Jason…he had seen his son vulnerable only three times.
It was rare…painful…and honestly is was the hardest thing to watch.
"Yes Jason. Bruce is strong." Dick promises.
"What if he dies?"
"He won't."
"Mr. Grayson?" Conner looks down to find Charlie standing beside him with his arms crossed tightly.
"hm?" Conner asks with confusion.
"You don't believe Bruce will make it do you?" the boy demands.
"Bruce is strong…I'll give him that. But he can't fight off a heart attack."
"Jason will be devastated."
"I know. Trust me, I know."
… … …
The four of them wait on the waiting room for the next four hours.
Eventually Jason drifts back over to Charlie's side and Dick goes back to Conner.
The sun is shining over them when a doctor in a white coat stepsover to them.
Conner is the first to stand up and greet the white haired man.
The sad look the man gives his parents is all it takes for Jason to let his tears flow.
The usually strong and collected teen turns to hug his spouse and lets the dam break.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Grayson. Tim of death was three forty one." they're told.
"No." Jason sobs brokenly.
Charlie can only hug the ebony and cry silently at the loss.
"Clark." The blonde looks up in time to see Clark collapse in Conner's arms with a sniffle.
"Charlie…he's gone." Jason whispers through his tears.
Charlie only nods and sniffles before letting out a sob of his own.
Bruce…he was gone.
Jason's Grandfather…Dick's father…Clark's husband…Conner's role model…Charlie's mentor.
All gone.
And suddenly Jason pulls away as if he'd been burned.
"No." he mumbles before running into the hospital hallways.
"Jason?" Conner calls out after him.
Dick runs after him and the rest of them follow shortly after, all calling out Jason's name desperately.
Somehow, Jason manages to find the right room.
When Charlie bursts through the room behind Dick…he freezes and covers his mouth to muffle his sob.
There…Jason was crumbled beside a lifeless Bruce.
The teen was sobbing loudly as he clutched onto one of Bruce's hands.
"No…no you can't. you promised! Grandpa Bruce please…please you can't do this!" Jason begs as his tears land on Bruce's pale skin.
"Jason…Jason stop. Please." Dick pleads as he cries as well.
"No! he promised he wouldn't leave. He swore." Jason blurts brokenly.
Charlie takes this time to step forward and kneel down behind his boyfriend.
"Jase?" the blonde carefully whispers as he wraps his arms around the ebony's shoulders.
"He can't just leave. He can't abandon me…he promised me." Jason whispers.
"He's dead." Conner mumbles carefully to his son.
"No!" Jason screams firmly before turning and glares at his father. "Don't say that. Grandpa isn't dead. He's not dead." Jason whispers before turning and shoving his face into Charlie's neck.
"It's okay Jase." Charlie promises as he comforts the other boy.
… … … … …
It's one week later when Jason finds himself dressed in a tux.
He stands in front of his bathroom mirror and stares at his reflection.
Jason had been ordered to take a break from patrol for a bit after Bruce's death and lately, had been able to look at himself a lot.
What he found…he didn't like.
He hated his reflection.
His eyes didn't show broken he was and that made Jason feel selfish.
Bags never formed under his eyes from lack of sleep and that made Jason feel uncaring.
Rather than losing weight from the lack of food he's had lately his body was still in perfect condition and this made Jason beyond angry.
So…as he looked at his current reflection…he glares at the boy in front of him.
The clothes he wore were perfectly ironed and tailored thanks to his Pop.
His hair was in perfect condition thanks to Conner
And his tie was in a perfect know all thanks to Clark.
"You ready to go?" Charlie's form appears behind him and his eyes flash over to him.
Charlie looked a lot worse than Jason did.
He was getting thinner, his eyes were a faded green now, and his once happy orbs were flooded in depression.
"Yeah." Jason mumbles before turning and hugging his boyfriend tightly.
After that, he, Charlie, Conner, Dick, and Clark pile into a limo and start driving towards the cemetery.
Gotham showed the family's feelings perfectly.
The sky was dark with thick rainclouds.
Lighting and thunders struck through the air every few seconds and when they arrive at the graveyard…Jason is the first one out of the car.
"Jason…are you sure you want to be there?" Clark asks for the hundredth time.
"I'm positive." Jason growls before walking forward, refusing to walk under an umbrella like the rest of them are.
The funeral consists of many people Jason had never seem or met before.
Thanks to his Pop, he knows that they're a;; either former or current heroes.
He recognizes his uncle Wally…and his aunt Zatanna…His uncle Roy is there too. Cousin Garfield and Bart are present.
They along with others shed tears as Bruce is lowered into the ground.
Jason however had dried up. There were no more tears for him to cry and he watches lifelessly as dirt was shoveled over his grandfather.
Dick on the other hand is standing between Conner, Roy, Wally, Kaldur, Clark, Oliver, Hal, Tim, and Damian.
His younger brothers both wrap arms around him as he lets out silent tears while the other comfort him afterwards.
"The kid looks like a zombie." Oliver mumbles sadly after many of the attendees have left.
They all look over at Jason.
He's blankly staring at the tombstone with his arm wraps around Charlie's waist.
"He's been like that for the past week." Conner mumbles with a sigh.
"Bruce was important o him." Clark whispers.
"I'll go talk to him." Wally states before taking a step forward.
"No!" Damian growls and pulls the red head back.
"Why?"
"You'll do something stupid." Tim mumbles.
"Precisely. Let him settle." Damian nods.
"He lost his grandfather. He idolized him. He's heartbroken." Kaldur says sadly.
"Who's the blonde?" Roy asks stiffly.
"Charlie." Conner sighs.
"Jason's boyfriend…best friend." Dick finishes.
" how come we didn't know about this?" Wally asks with wide eyes.
"You haven't seen him since he was three." Dick mumbles.
Jason turns and glances at his parents to find them along with their friends staring at him.
He frowns before turning back to the gray rock in front of him.
"How do you feel?" Charlie asks cautiously.
"Like I should be the once six feet under." Jason confesses.
"What? why?" Charlie asks in confusion.
"Bruce…he acted as if he was never going to die. Like he was immortal. I believed that. I thought that I would die before I'd have to attend Bruce's funeral. It hurts to be wrong on this one."
"You'll see him again eventually." Charlie promises.
"I wish he was still here. He's laugh and tell me to stop being such a weakling…I'll miss him."
"We all will."
When Jason and Charlie are called over to the limo…Jason tells Charlie to go first.
Once the blonde is out of hearing range…Jason bends down and pulls something from his pocket.
"I'll miss you gramps…promise to visit soon." Jason whispers before smashing a batarang into the earth in front of the tombstone.
With that, the sixteen year old walks to the limo…feeling just a bit lighter on his feet.
Giving Bruce the one thing he had always loved…made him feel a bit happier.
Now at least Bruce would be able to be a bat in the after live…complete with batarang and all.