With three weeks of grueling training by Dick and Bruce. They were able to break some of Damian's instincts to kill. There was no question about his ability to fight. It was more about getting him to fight with them as a team.
They were going to need him on the team more than ever with their present threat. Bruce was sitting at the main computer in the cave. He was looking over the last two weeks. The Red Hood had been back in Gotham, and had killed two more villains. Cobblepot was eaten alive by genetically altered valchers, at the Gotham aviary. Then Nygma was found burned to death on the top of the clock tower. Flipping through the coroner's report, Bruce read that Nygma was impaled by his own staff atop the tower during the last major rain storm.
"Master Bruce. It's time." Alfred said at the base of the steps.
"Yes." Bruce shut off the com, and followed Alfred up the stairs.
"Quite a favor Gordon has done for you sir."
Bruce nodded at this. "Yes. I couldn't imagine what the press would say if this were to get out."
They joined the rest of the company in the front entry hall. Everyone stood in silence, circled round a small table with a urn. Bruce's attention was on Damian, who was dressed in black like the others, waiting off to the side somewhat out of sight. Bruce weakly smiled at the boy's presence, but turned his attention to Marti. Resting his hand on her shoulder, she looked to him and nodded. She picked up her mother's urn, and went for the door. It was the day before Christmas Eve, and the snow had just been cleared from the roads.
There was no service, or words said at the grave site. Marti simply handed over her mother's urn to the Gotham cemetery worker, and they stood around as her mother was Interred. Bruce made arrangements to have Andrea buried next to her mother. After some time had passed, Bruce walked off to pay his respects to his parents. Tim and Dick walked back to the car with Alfred. Damian remained behind, waiting to speak with Marti. She was standing as close as she could to the barrier where the gravedigger was pushing soil in with his shovel. Taking in a deep breath Damian walked to stand at Marti's side to speak. "I'm sorry for what I said about your mother."
Marti did not respond to this. She simply kept her arms crossed, and her gaze fixed on her mother's grave.
"She was a well respected associate of the League. At some points my grandfather said she rivaled my mother's efficiency."
Marti closed her eyes, and bit at her lower lip. His apology and consoling technique was not exactly the best, considering she highly disapproved of her mother's line of work. But, he did pay her the compliment of rivaling his mother. "Thank you." She said looking over to him, and wiped the tears from her cheek. "Come. Let's join dad." She patted him on the shoulder and went ahead to their grandparents site.
Fresh roses were laid at the base of the gravestone, just beneath the epitaph of Martha and Thomas Wayne. Bruce was standing over their grave looking down at their names. Marti came up to his left side and wrapped her arm around his side, leaning into him. He wrapped his arm around her in return. Looking over to his opposite side he spotted Damian, standing close by with his arms crossed. Bruce reached over and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. Damian looked up to his father a little unsure how to react. Bruce merely nodded at him, and returned his attention back to his parents grave. However depressing this day was, it gave him great pride being able to stand before his parents with his two children together. Quickly overshadowing this moment in his mind was the pending confrontation with the Red Hood. They were facing one of their own. Someone who knew all their moves, and was willing to do anything to get their way.