"Do you want to see it?" Damian, in full Robin suit, studied the almost translucent lady of white that stood next to him.

"Would you like to see what would happen if you were to die right now?"

"Would I really be dead?"

"Only if at the end that is how you want to stay."

"Then show me." With that the lady pulled a silver knife from her belt and drove it through Damian's heart. Damian felt a cold sensation as he became two, one a translucent form like the white lady, the other a solid from that lay bleeding on the ground, the knife still sticking out of his chest.

"ROBIN" Damian watched as Batman swang down from the top on the apartment building to land beside his dead from.

"God no, oh please no." his voice sounded like it was breaking. Damian watched as his father scooped the cold lifeless form in to his arm, held him close and just repeated "Please no."

After a good ten minutes he watched his father take his body back to that batcave. Richard Grayson and Timothy Drake were already waiting from him. Dick was already in tears, which intensified as Batman placed the body on a medical bench. To Damian's surprise Tim was crying so hard he was shaking.

"W… who did this?"

"I don't know, Timmy, but I'll find them."

The scene changed, it was now his funeral. Both Dick and Tim were crying, his father looked darker than ever. Even Jason Todd made an appearance, well sort of, he stood out of site where only an unseeable Damian could get close enough to head him swear to drive a knife through the heart of his brothers killer. Damian had never realized he cared at all. There was also a hand full of Justice League members and a few children his age he had met at different points in time. His family were the last to leave. He watched his father trace his finger over his name, engraved in the stone.

"I love you Damian, I don't think I every actually told you that." He hadn't, Damian wonder if his father would ever say it to his face. Even if he didn't it was nice to hear the words from his lips.

"I'm sure he knew, he was a pretty bright kid."

"Yeah, he was."

Again the scene change, only a little. He was still standing at his grave but the season was different.

"Happy Birthday son." Damian turned to see his father standing behind him. So it was his first birthday since his death. He watched as his father placed a box wrapped in dark blue paper in front of the grave stone.

"He would have been thirteen today." Damian quickly looked around to see he his father was talking too. Superman landed next to him.

"I know Bruce, Alfred told me I would find you here." His father didn't answer; he just stared at the ground in front of him. The silence stretched for about five minutes.

"Bruce we need to get going."

"I know. I'll meet you at the watch tower in an hour."

The scene didn't change but time moved forwards faster than normal. Jason added his birthday present to the collection and left without a word. Curious Damian lent down to see what he had been given. Jason had left a small knife with the Robin 'R' and Batman logo hand engraved on it. Studying his father's gift he found he could see through the wrapping. Inside the box was simply a photo frame with a family portrait in side. Had he been alive he knew his father's chose of present would have been very different, but, this seemed right as he was dead. He stood up as he heard foot steeps approaching. Dick and Tim came side by side.

"Happy birthday little bro." Dick placed a teddy bear in a Robin suit, complete with belt, next to the others.

"Yeah happy birthday. I didn't get you anything. I tried to find something, but, the whole time I was looking I could imagine what you would say about buying a gift for someone who was dead. 'This is completely pointless it's not like they'll even know you got them something let alone what it is.' Something like that." Tim looked as if he was about to cry. He was right though, had he really been dead he wouldn't see any of this rendering the other efforts useless.

The scene flicked to the manor. He was now standing outside his bedroom door. Walking into his room, this was accomplished by walking through the wall he found everything was exactly the same.

"Would you like me to pack his things up?" he turned to find Alfred standing with his father just outside his door.

"No."

"Master Bruce it's been a year, maybe it's time to let go."

"Please Alfred don't take what I have left of him way. Please don't ask me to let go of my baby."

"I won't."

Many different scenes flashed before him. Ever birthday his father and at least one brother visited his grave. His name was spoken a little more often as time went by. He watched his brothers grow, he even got to see Tim and Dick get married. The last scene he saw was the one that got him the most.

"Grandpa Tim. Grandpa Tim. Who's this in the photo with you?" Damian watched a cute little girl run across the room to an elderly man, waving a photo in her hand.

"Well that my darling is Damian."

"Damian. But that's my uncles name." the young girl looks confused, this brought a chuckle from Tim.

"Yes. I named you uncle after my little brother. You see he died when he was still young. He never got the chance to live life. I loved my brother so much I chose to give my son his name, so no one would ever forget him.

"Do you still think you mean nothing to them?" Damian found himself standing in the ally again, looking up at the white lady.

"No I don't."

"Do you still want to die."

"No I don't."

"Then this is goodbye." With that the woman melted in to the air.

"Robin lets head home." Closing his eyes Damian smiled to himself, for the first time he really did feel like he was heading home.

"Yeah home." He walked past Batman heading to the Batmobile, leaving his father to wonder what he was smiling about.

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