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Chapter One:
Jason's POV:
It was a pitch black night in Gotham, with clouds covering the stars. The only bit of light coming from the glow of the moon. It was winter, and snow was falling on the ground. Red Hood was on his motorcycle, riding it down a backroad as his engine roared.
He heard a voice over his comm. It was his older brother Dick Grayson, the first son. Bruce's clear favorite although Bruce never did admit it.
"You're not brooding on your bike again are you?"
Jason rolled his eyes and replied to Nightwing.
"No, I'm not brooding. Dick.
"Woah! Easy tiger, there's no reason for that. I just don't want you to be late for family dinner."
Jason turned the bike to the other direction and started racing down the streets faster than before. Dick could hear the bike's engine over the comm.
"You forgot, didn't you?"
"No, I didn't forget. Will you get off my ass?
"Ok, I'm sorry it's just you have a habit of being late."
"Yeah… Well, so does Batman."
Jason started getting flashes of what had happened on the day of his death, the darkness of the warehouse. The icy cold of the night, and the relentless smashing of his skull. The Joker pulled his arm back with the crowbar, and swung. As he made contact with Jason's head, there was blinding pain and blurriness.
He got distracted and almost ran into a semi-truck, he ran off the road and fell on his side. Scraping his armor on the asphalt road. He got up groaning in pain and brushed himself off, before whispering to himself.
"I gotta be more careful."
He picked his motorcycle back up and drove off. He needed to be more careful, he wasn't as young as he once was. Being thirty-three, Dick and Barbara were thirty-seven, Tim was thirty and Damien was still in his twenties. They had all aged and three years before this, Bruce decided it was time to retire and pass the mantle.
Bruce passed on the mantle to Damien, Dick is still working in Bludhaven, Tim is CEO of Wayne enterprises, and Barbara is the current police Captain. Jason arrived at his apartment building. He liked it because he could use the service entrance to enter and exit during all hours of the day and night.
He walked into the apartment itself and quickly changed into a nice suit, a red dress shirt with the rest of the adornments being all black. It was the only suit he bothered to buy, since he bought it after he shot the Penguin and took his throne. He looked at a picture of Alfred and whispered.
"Miss you Grandpa."
Jason, like Bruce, didn't have parents. He grew up in an orphanage and never knew his mom or dad. It seemed like it had been centuries since Batman first met Jason in the alley, trying to jack the tires off of the batmobile.
He left the apartment and drove to Wayne Manor. He walked inside the giant abode and realized he was the only one there. So he decided to look for Bruce, he walked through the halls calling out for him.
"Bruce! Bruce, you here?"
It seemed like a longshot considering how long he had retired the cape and cowl, but Jason went up to the old grandfather clock in the study and clicked the button. The clock shifted revealing a biometric scanner which Jason put his hand to. It accepted his fingerprints and opened elevator doors to the Batcave.
Jason travelled down to the cave and noticed that the batcomputer was on, he also noticed there were arms in the main chair. He called out.
"Bruce, there you are…"
He walked closer and realized something was off. He wouldn't have been able to get there without Bruce knowing he was already there, he walked closer and turned the chair around. Jason immediately gasped in shock, because sitting in that chair was Bruce Wayne, stone dead.
"Oh my God…