Marti and Dick were in the kitchen peeling potatoes. It was thanksgiving, and despite the recent events, Alfred still pushed forward on making a grand dinner. Tim sat at the counter, and was nursing a cup of mint tea. He was still shell shocked from the previous night, and was not feeling very social. But, he also didn't want to be alone. Marti, Alfred, and Dick knew what had happened, and were putting all their effort into keeping the mood light with idle conversation.
Down in the batcave Bruce was standing over a small metal box that was covered in mud. He had spent most of the day digging up Jason's grave. His coveralls were encrusted in mud and sweat. He wiped the top of the box off, revealing the engraved epitaph. Placing his hand down on the lid, he slid the box open. Looking inside he discovered it was filled with sand. To be sure he took a sample over to the scanner, and ran some tests to analyze the material. He traced his brow with his fingers as he read over the information. With every new sample he poured in it kept giving him the same analysis. Out of frustration he threw the box at the floor. He sat down, and rubbed his brow. He was exhausted. Leaning back in his chair, his hands slid down, passing over his rough stubble, and fell to his chest. He closed his eyes with this. His body wanted to sleep, but his mind would not allow for it.
In his mind there was no feasible way for Jason to be alive. He personally carried his lifeless body from the explosion. He never asked for an autopsy, seeing as he knew the cause of death, and obviously didn't think otherwise when he brought his ashes home. Cracking his tired eyes open, he looked over the mess of sand on the floor. Following the impact point, to where the box hit the lab bottom cabinet, he spotted a silver shiny piece of metal that did not match the case. Getting up, he rushed over to it, and picked it up. It was a throwing star. Flipping it over in his hand, he spotted the League of Assassins insignia. He gripped it hard out of rage, not caring that it pierced his skin. Throwing it aside into one of display cases, he made a beeline for the shower. He needed to get ready for a long flight.