Watched Under the Red Hood. (Only first sixteen minutes tho.) Jason literally dies in the first five minutes. But he comes back to life, so yeah. Anyway, I'm listing this under Young Justice, because Tim's in here, and I haven't seen him in UTRH. And it works in Young Justice too. I mean, they did have Jason's funeral, right?

(Wait, Nightwing has short hair?)

There will be a glimpse of the concept behind Brother, which should be up soon. Like really soon. (Batfam phrase. I dunno why. On a happier note, it's gotten me to write over 1500 words in one go so... :))

Disclaimer: I've pretty much run out of these... Can I repeat them?

Even the sky was crying that day.

The rain poured in heavy showers, drenching the mourners. None of them made any attempt to stay dry. The priest's voice echoed through the empty grave yard, drowned out by the loud clatter of the rain hitting the gravestones. He snapped the book shut, then scrambled for shelter.

The four mourners stayed by the site, watching the diggers unload shovel after shovelful of dirt into the grave. They finished their work, and ran for the trees.

The first amd chief mourner, a tall man wearing a long black overcoat stepped closer towards the freshly dug grave. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice low. "I tried to get there in time, but..." he sighed, and reached into his inner coat pocket. "I'm sorry." He dropped a purple hyacinth on the dirt.

The young man next to him put a hand on his shoulder. "Its okay, Bruce. You tried. Jason would be happy." He drew a flower out of his own pocket: a red rose. "At least you tried."

The third mourner, a girl about fourteen nodded. "It'll be okay. There's no Joker to hurt him in heaven." A white carnation fell from her hand to the black mud.

The fourth and final mourner, a boy about ten, placed a flower on the dirt. A chrysanthem. He swallowed. "You were a good friend, Jason. More than a friend."

The girl placed a hand on his shoulder. "You should be proud, Tim. Jason died a hero."

"I am proud. I just wish he didn't die at all."

He surveyed the flowers on his own grave. A hyacinth, rose, carnation, chrysanthem. Nice. Sickly sweet, but nice.

He drew his own flower from his pocket. He considered it in his palm. A red Zannia. Red had always been his favourite color.

He dropped on the empty grave. "Don't ever forget." He whispered.

If you have no idea what all the flowers are for, I don't blame you. So here are the definitions (ish):

Purple Hyacinth- Apologises. Regret.

Red Rose- Admiration. Respect.

Carnation- Mourning.

Chrysanthem - Rest. Good friend.

Zannia flower- The absence of a good friend. Memory.

These 'definitions' are from differing websites, and I'm not too sure they''re right so...

Batfam!

Also: I'm not going to explain Jason's flower... *weird, Robin cackle*