A/N: This is my first Batman fic (and I also got into reading BM comics recently) so please do forgive me if the timeline in this story is not consistent because I have no idea when Tim approach Dick to ask him to become Robin again or when Jason came back (was it six months later after his death or...?) And this is un-beta'd if anyone want to beta the next chapter, please feel free to message me c: and sorry for the misuse of the semicolons in this story haha

This is a two shot fic. And warning: Jason swears a lot and you may have some uncontrollable Jason feels :D

Edited on 4/14/13: Added a new content and changed minor things.

Ghostly Bird

It has only been a month ever since he woke up in the manor, in his bedroom.

And the manor was –duly noted—so fucking gloomy. Of course, it would be gloomy since he did die a few weeks ago. Yes, he died a few weeks ago, at the hands of Joker and his mother—that woman. Ever since he found himself manor, his only thoughts were those days at the Middle East. From when he was searching for women that could possibly be his mom to finally meeting her to his mother betraying him to the Joker and watched her own son getting his ass kicked by a crowbar.

Jason shut his eyes tightly, trying to shove those memories back. He could distinctly remember the pain from the crowbar and getting blown up. Those two memories were the only things that were plaguing his mind. Maybe, just maybe, if he hadn't disobeyed his mentor none of this would have happen. He would be alive and kicking ass with him, going to school because he totally missed out on the science fair two days ago and he was never ever going to continue his happy memories with his family.

Because of one thing; because just one day he decided to disobey Batman; he should've listen. He should've listened to him.

He shut his eyes tightly, unaware that his tears were falling down.

Peace is what he needed; not cursed to roam the halls of the Wayne Mansion as a ghost.

The day he finally decided to roam the halls of the Wayne Mansion, he noted that it was so fucking gloomy. It has been a month since he woke up as a ghost but all those times he was brooding in his room like a normal ghost would, right?

And he didn't want to brood. That's totally Batman's personality right there.

Since it was night time, nearing the time Batman and Rob— just Batman getting ready to patrol, he decided to head down to the cave. He wanted to see how the old man is doing. Is he faring well with his death? Is he getting enough sleep? Or, or… is he staring at his old battered costume inside the glass case.

Reaching the final step of the stairs, Jason continued to watch his mentor, his father, his broken father staring endlessly at the glass case. He wondered how long he was staring at that thing.

Jason Todd; Good Soldier

Should he even be bothered by that placard? Jason thinks it should be added with:

Jason Todd; Good Soldier, Good Son

He frowned; was he a good son to Bruce?

"Hey dad, was I a good son to you?

Silence was his reply.

Jason snorted and started to ascend the stairs. "I guess I wasn't." He needed to get out, he needed his freedom, he needed his peace, he needed an "I need a cigarette. Can I even smoke?"

Jason found himself watching the news along with Alfred and Bruce. He doesn't often watch news with them when he was still alive.

Since he is dead he might as well start watching the news and he had nothing better to do. It wasn't even time for Batman to prowl the streets yet so watching TV might pass the time.

Fuck he wants to change the channel so bad. Right now he'd be watching teenage mutant turtles or something.

He continued to think about cartoons he would miss watching and listed all of the shows in his head. What brought him into reality when the newscaster announced that Joker is back in town and warned all citizens to watch out for the psycho.

That moment Jason truly saw red.

He couldn't believe it. Did Batman even tried to go after him after he had died? That lunatic should be dead like six feet under just like how he is. And yet, that lunatic is still alive and well.

"Fuck you Bruce!" Jason spouted angrily. "Why isn't he dead? He fucking took me away from you and you let him live?"

"..."

"Why didn't you kill him? Why aren't you trying to avenge my death you asshole? Don't you care about me at all?" Jason wailed loudly as he tried to punch his mentor but only to find his only fist going through the body. He became even more frustrated over the fact that he can't physically hurt him, but he continued to— try to punch his mentor after a few minutes. He sat there quietly, his head down as he could not face his mentor.

"Don't you love me Bruce?" He whispered quietly, now sitting on Bruce's lap. He broke down knowing that his adoptive father never loved him and even after his death. Was he only a replacement of dickhead Dick to Bruce?

After a few a minutes he found himself falling on top of the couch as his mentor stood up.

"Master Bruce will you be patrolling early tonight?"

Bruce didn't even say anything and that indicated that he is patrolling early. As Bruce heads down the cave with Alfred following closely, Jason grabbed the nearby controller and threw it at the large television. And he quietly sobbed to himself.

Fuck you Bruce.

The amount of times he tried to the leave the manor was over 100 times to nothing. And every time he'd try to go out, he's somehow ended up back to the manor.

All he wanted to do was leave the manor, get some fresh air and play with people. Oh right, he couldn't because he's a fucking ghost for fucks sake.

Jason figured it was must be that Robin—his Robin uniform inside the glass case holding him here. It was after all the last piece of clothing he wore since he died. And to think it was in perfect condition too…

After his little breakdown a few nights ago, he'd done nothing but avoid Bruce. It was funny though; it wasn't like the man could see him haunting around the halls but he doesn't want to see him. The idea of the Joker still alive after what that maniac did to him? The clown deserved nothing but death not stuck in his temporary jail.

Fuck that shit.

And so he found himself lingering around Bruce again two weeks later. There was nothing he could do. He couldn't leave, couldn't do anything he liked to do and he was just fucking ghost haunting the halls of the mansion. His thoughts of the Joker were pushed back into the dark corners of his mind, never once thinking about him again.

Jason silently watched his mentor vigorously type on the computer and the screen changing constantly. His mentor had been doing this for the past hour or two without any breaks whatsoever. Then again, Batman rarely takes a break.

He drifts off to the side, staring at the glass case again. He always wondered why Bruce ever thought of putting this memorial case up. Was it to remember the son he took in? Was it to remember the soldier he made?

A few months later, he's back at the cave, staring at his mentor staring at the glass case as usual. Seriously, it was Bruce's regular thing. Even when he was Bruce Wayne donning an expensive tux or Batman staring at the glass case for hours! Heck, his mentor could easily stare at the glass case all night if he just one day decided to take a night off from Gotham's streets.

And Jason couldn't even smoke. He can touch it, lit it up, hold it up between his index and middle fingers, but he can't inhale it. Son of a bitch!

Jason was rattled from his thoughts when he hears a scuffle of feet and he floated quickly to the Bat he was able to follow Batman everywhere, but not Bruce Wayne. How fucking weird is that? Anyways, these last few months, he has been ghost patrolling with Batman.

Let's just say, Batman wasn't exactly nice as he was before.

A few nights ago, Batman literally beat up rapists till no one recognizes their faces. Or the other night when it was just a couple of robbers, he pretty much did the same thing to the rapists. The other night, it was Bane he went up against and Batman just threw himself towards him until he could beat him up that is.

Jason could go on forever how Batman is recklessly beating up people. Or to the fact that he goes on to the point he was broken beyond recognition.

And that fucking scares him.

He knew that Bruce took his death pretty hard; but he didn't expect it to change his ways to catch bad guys now.

And he fucking hopes that Bruce isn't trying to kill himself, because he had died.

And he fucking knew how Bruce blames himself for his death, but he shouldn't. He could blame his biological mother for selling him to the Joker. But it's not like Bruce will ever now.

And he fucking wishes he knew how to help his broken mentor because he couldn't see him like this. Seeing his mentor throw himself at enemies and getting beat up till he was bleeding from all over the place.

And when he fucking landed his eyes on the Joker, taunting Batman, laughing at his dead Robin, Jason wishes that please, someone take that crazed lunatic out of here. Kill him Batman, just kill him.

"What hurts more? A—or B? Forehand? Or backhand?

He shut his eyes, memories returning of that night. No. NO. Not now. Not now. Bruce why can't you kill this madman?

And he knew Batman would never kill. It was against his morals. And he accepted the fact that Batman will never avenge him and never will love him as a son.

But when Jason continued to watch his mentor continue to punch the lunatic laugh after laugh; he was beyond horrified.

Because on Batman's face was a face of a murderer. And his face says it all because all it says, 'I'm going to fucking kill you; you killed Robin; you killed my son; how dare you say his name in front of me!'

Jason hugged his mentor from behind, slightly feeling the cape against his face and whispering, "Please stop," continuously, because he doesn't want him to avenge him anymore; because he knew he will unconditionally love his mentor even he doesn't love him back. Because he already accepted the fact that his death was his fault and even if Batman had killed him, it won't change a thing. He just wants the Joker to be put away for good, for life, forever gone.

As if Batman had heard his continuous mantra, he stops to stare at his bloody work and tears slid down.

Jason cried.

He completely avoided Bruce Wayne/Batman half of his time. Sometimes he did go ghostly patrols with him to watch over him as a ghostly guardian.

Jason snorted at that last thought. Ghostly Guardian, he wasn't much of a guardian really. At least, Batman lowered his tendency to beat up people till they were bleeding or going head on with an enemy without any sort of plan.

And now, he was in the kitchen, watching his favorite butler, his favorite grandfather figure, cooking.

He so wished that he could eat something of his.

At times like this, he would be sitting on the same stool like how he is right now, waiting for Alfred to cook up something delicious even though it was fucking very healthy but hey, its Alfred cooking and it is the best.

At time like this, he would be complaining, asking him the same question like, "Hey Alfred, is the food ready? I'm so hungry!"

Jason purposely said that out loud knowing that the butler wouldn't even hear him. He saw him froze momentarily, but he scratched that off as a hallucination. There was no way that he could make contact with him.

Because he really wants to talk to Bruce so he can tell him to stop being a fucking idiot and do you fucking job right and not fucking beat up people senseless because he lost him.

So when the butler whirled around, the spoon hitting the floor and a quiet murmur of his name escapes the butler's lips. Jason looks up, wide eyed as if he was caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar.

"You could hear me?"

"M-Master Jason?"

Jason floated through the dining table and gave his grandfather an awkward ghostly hug because Jason can touch him but not vice versa.

And they continued to be on the same spot, same pose for the next few minutes before Alfred breaks apart and telling him that he could not believe that Jason was roaming the halls as a ghost.

Jason confessed his feelings about being a ghost and watching Bruce spiraling down to darkness; he wished there was something he could do to help his dad.

It was at least he could do.

Lately, he's been bored. Sure he could go outside, have fun, and feel the sun—

Oh, wait he couldn't because he was nothing but an ethereal being.

Soon, all of that was broken when Alfred finds him in the kitchen once again and tells the young ghost that his older brother of a dickhead Dick fucking acrobat Grayson was back.

"Master Dick wasn't informed of your death."

"Oh"

And he quickly dashed down to the cave, passing through the walls and soon he heard hear very loud distinctly familiar voice he hasn't heard in a long time.

Jason always figured that Dick didn't like him; a street rat like him wearing his Robin costume.

"—me? I left, so Jason replaced me, and because I left he died? No way pal. Jason wasn't me. I was a trained acrobat. I could think quickly in perilous situations. But why did you let him became Robin before he was ready?"

Jason watched as his mentor punched his eldest ward and yelled angrily, "Don't you dare blame me for Jason's death! Don't you dare!"

He watched his mentor's face contorted into pain and yelling at his eldest ward. And Jason couldn't help but flinch at every word he said as Bruce continued to describe him.

He sadly watch Bruce screaming at dickhead Dick about him, his recklessness as a Robin and how he was just like Dick and how Batman would have to fire him just like he did with Dick.

Oh. He'd fire him too…

"Why are you pretending to be concerned about Jason? You told me you resented it that I had adopted him and not you!"

"No, I didn't. I only asked why you adopted him."

"We've gone over this before, Dick. I'm not interested in continuing this conversation. I suggest you leave and give your key to Alfred on your way out." Jason watch Batman dramatically exit his way up the stairs. "I don't need a partner. I never should have had one. And I will never will again."

And when he heard a slam upstairs, he turned his attention to his older brother on the floor, hugging himself as he cried.

Jason hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder. This was dickhead Dick, his older brother, his predecessor and even though they never spend that much time together, he really wished they did.

"I'm sorry, Dick. Bruce is... having a hard time talking about his feelings. Because you know, Batman doesn't talk about feelings."

He gazes over him and saw his older brother froze on spot.

"Don't blame Bruce. If anything, blame the Joker or my mother." Jason chuckled softly, memories of warehouse with his mother and the Joker came up. He was a fool to trust a woman so easily, a woman he barely met. But he didn't care all of that. He was just too happy to finally meet a blood-relative and said blood-relative betrayed him. "I trusted her."

In the corner of his eyes, he saw Dick's head whipped to the side, as if he was staring at him now. Jason didn't know if he could see him or not, but he gave him a smile, a rare smile before dissipating on the spot.

Dick never left the mansion.

Jason didn't know if he should be happy or sad about it. He was pretty sure his older brother saw him. If not, then why the hell is dickhead Dick still doing here then?

He never really understood why his predecessor was so pissed back then. He always thought it was because he replaced him; he took his spot as Robin. Or maybe the strain relationship with Bruce. Or maybe it was both. Jason didn't know and didn't even want to know if his brother ever liked him or not.

He got his answer when Dick decided to check out his room with a gloomy expression. Dick was everywhere in his room from checking out the frame picture of the four of them all happy smiles to the picture frame where it was him and Dick and Dick laid down on the bed.

Jason gazed at his brother for the longest time, wondering why his older brother was in his room. Did he regret that they never took the chance to bond before he died or what?

With that thought in mind, he materialized and greeted him with a solemn tone.

"Hey Dick"

Dick once again was startled at the voice and stared wide eyed at the young figure across from him. "J-Jason?"

"The one and only!" He laughed as he did back flip and sat down on the bed across from his older brother. "So, how are you, Dick? Is life in the Titans still awesome? Are you and that red-head babe still together?"

Dick was too stunned to talk. Before him was his younger brother, his successor who died months ago and here he is, asking him about his life as if he had never died. He just wished that he was here more often for him. If he was here more often, he could've taught the boy more tricks and give him tips and be a big brother as he should be. And he was too late, because his younger brother is dead and now his ghost is haunting him.

Jason was stunned when his older brother's face contorted into an ugly crying face and listened to what his brother was rambling about.

"—Jay, god, I'm so sorry. I wish I was there for you instead of ignoring you whenever I was in a pissy mood—"

And Jason continued to listen because he knew his brother really did care for him. He beamed at his older brother because this has to be the longest time Dick ever talked to him. Seriously.

"And, and, I should've spend my time mostly with you because I know how hard it is to deal with Bruce. If I spend more time with you, maybe you wouldn't have died."

"Dick, shut the hell up. The only person you're only going to blame for my death is the Joker. I don't know what details you know about my death or how it happen or why it even happen, just please don't beat up yourself over this. I'm already watching Bruce destroying himself and even I can't reach him."

"B-But Jay,"

"But nothing, Dick. I'm just going to say this right now. Even though you never paid attention to me or give me attention, just know that I always love you, big brother (dickhead)."

With that, a sobbing mess that Dick is, he cried loudly silently wishing he could hug his successor, his little wing, his little brother. "I love you too, little wing. I love you so much (I heard that brat)."

It's been three months since Jason had a heart to heart talk with his older brother. And said older brother decided to stay at the mansion because Bruce shouldn't be alone at vulnerable time like this. Sometimes, Dick would join Batman during patrol despite his anger protest about working alone from now on. Dick and even Jason could tell that Batman needed a Robin.

"Go find a new Robin, Dick."

"Gee, Jay, you make it sound like I could go and pick up a kid and force him to become Robin."

Jason grinned at his older brother. The other reason why Dick is still in mansion is that he wants to spend more time with Jason even though he was a ghost now. It didn't matter to Dick though, because his younger brother is still here despite him being a ghost and how he couldn't hug him tightly.

"Well, you know how I've been doing some ghostly patrol with Batman and you. I saw this little photographer kid following Batman for quite some time. Maybe he's been following Batman ever since you, Dickie."

Dick pondered on that thought. He thinks he would have noticed a little presence following them. "Do you know who it is?"

Jason shrugs. "He lives next door."

That little photographer kid that he was talking about months ago, that kid's name is Timothy Jackson Drake or Tim Drake for short. Jason was surprised that little Tim already deduced everyone's secret identity and knew all along ever since he saw the first Robin did his flashy stupid acrobat jumps.

Dick sought him out first before Tim could convince the older man to take the mantle of Robin because Batman really needed a Robin by his side.

And Jason stood in the sidelines on how Tim became the third Robin, his successor. Jason wasn't quite sure how it happened; his memory was a blur on that part really.

It was a really random day when it happened. Jason was spending time in the kitchen wishing he could eat Alfred's cookies or even eat chilidogs. He didn't even want to hear Bruce yelling furiously at Dick about taking in a new Robin and Jason wondered if Tim will ever make it out alive down there.

Ten fucking hours later, Dick announced in the kitchen (Jason and Alfred were still in the kitchen for some odd reason) that little Tim is the new Robin!

Jason grinned mischievously, as Tim took a seat next to him (without knowing it) and Jason leaned his head against his hand and stared at Tim. "Congratulation, replacement." And he witnessed the kid literally jumped from his seat. "Being Robin will change your life, Timmy."

Tim could only gape at him, like when Dick first saw him, and he quickly nodded.

It was Tim's first night out as Robin with Batman and Nightwing. Jason couldn't help but tag along. He has been helping Tim train with the help of Dick of course. He wanted to see all three of them fight, because he never got that chance to fight along with Batman and Nightwing at the same time.

Jason sat on the edge of the building, watching his mentor, his predecessor and successor taking down the bad guys together and he couldn't help but watch them sadly. He's been following them ever since he died and yet he wished that he was still alive because he missed this. He missed the vigilante life, taking down bad guys and making his mentor proud.

Then again, if he was still alive, Batman would still doubt him about the death of Felipe Garzonas. It was very fucking obvious that his mentor didn't believe him that Garzonas was spooked out and he had fallen from the balcony all on his own. Batman would've fired him, just like he said he would. He wouldn't have that heart to heart talk with his older brother dickhead Dick. Jason would still have the same strain relationship with his predecessor. And Jason wouldn't have met Tim, that smart little nerd ass.

Maybe

Just maybe it would have been better that he died. Because if Batman had fired him, where else he would go?

Would he go back to the streets where he belong and go back to what he was doing before Batman ever found him?

Jason miserably stared at his vigilante family and maybe it is better that he died.

And Jason never noticed when Batman glanced his way before de-materializing.

How long is Fate going to keep him as ghost?

Oddly enough, Batman and company came back from patrol early, like three hours early. Jason was in the cave, waiting for them to come back as he sat on the floor by the computer. He heard his mentor praising the new Robin for a good job and ordered both Nightwing and Robin to rest up while he returned to his chair and heard him sigh.

Batman whirled the chair around once again and found himself staring at the glass case as he always does.

Jason frowned. Just how long is Bruce beat himself up over his death?

"Hey Bruce, I wish you could stop staring at my old uniform."

Jason was expecting silence as a reply from his mentor, not a soft hesitant voice saying his name. Jason looked up at his mentor as his mentor gawk at him.

"B-Bruce, you can hear me?"

"Jason, how are you here?"

Unconsciously, Jason jumped up from the ground and gave his mentor a hug even though he couldn't hug him as tightly as he could.

"How long have you been a ghost Jason?" There was that crackle in his voice before the old man could cry.

Jason sadly smiles at his mentor when he broke away from the hug. "Ever since I died, Bruce. Alfred was the first one to find me, well more like first one to be able to see me and talk to me. Dick came second shortly after you and him had an argument about me. Timmy came third after he was appointed Robin that night. And now, you're the last one to know!" He beamed at his mentor and he was floating in the air in a sitting position.

Bruce was beyond speechless. All this time, Jason was here all along and yet… "J-Jason, I'm so sorry I couldn't save you in time. If I had got there in time, I would have able to save you and your mother, but now you're dead. I should've stayed with you instead of leaving you alone that time—"

And Jason cut him off with a wave of his hand and smiled sadly at his mentor. "Bruce, please don't beat yourself up over my death. It wasn't your fault that I died. It was my fault that I died and I'm in this situation because I didn't follow orders. All I wanted to do was protect my mom from the Joker, but I didn't realize that both of them were working together. I'm sorry for being a failure to you, Bruce, as a son and as Robin."

The older man was too stunned to say anything. Just when did he grow this mature?

"You know ever since I woke up here as a ghost. I've been following you around like a lost puppy since I wanted to know how you were. I was fucking angry that you let the Joker live and because he took me away from you. And then I figured that you didn't love me enough to kill him and even if you did kill him, it won't bring me back." Bruce looked like he wanted to cut in, but Jason continued talking. "And as a ghost, I could follow you anywhere, even in patrols. I was there, Bruce, watching helplessly as you beat up simple robbers until all of their bones were broken or to a point you got so beat up, you weren't able to walk at all."

"And I was there when you confronted the Joker. You know, when I was watching you beat the living crap out of him, I was encouraging you to kill him." Jason let out a bitter laugh and trying not look at Bruce's face. "Then I stop, because that look on your face scared me and all I wanted for you to stop. Batman has morals and if he breaks that one rule by killing the Joker, he wouldn't be the same."

"And old man, I know I wasn't a good son, but please do me a favor and stop mourning for me every day. Stop staring at that glass case because that's not what's going to bring me back to life. Go and bond with the replacement or something. I think there's a lot of pressure on him being the third Robin anyways. And—and just to let you know, even though you don't love me, Bruce, I still love you and thank you for saving me from the streets because without you, I think I would've been dead years ago."

Jason heaved a sigh as if a heavy load has been lifted from him. All of this, he wanted to tell him months ago. He could his mentor's eyes glistening and before he knew it, tears were sliding down his face. This was the first time he ever seen the old man cry before.

"Jason, I don't know what you are talking about, but I have always loved you and you are the best son I could ever ask for."

The young ghost found himself crying and he pointed at the glass case across the room. "Then if I am the best son you could ask for then how come it doesn't say Good Son on it then?"

Bruce was slightly startled at the slight raise voice from his ghost son. "Jay, I didn't know if I was good father to you. That glass case I made, it was a reminder for me that I failed you as a mentor and as a father. There were so many things I wished that I could back on and made our relationship better. I don't know what made you thought I didn't love you, but I always did Jason, and I always will." He stood up, and awkwardly tried to hug his son, but his hands only met the air.

And Jason wished that his mentor could hug him because he really missed the warm hugs. But this will do for now.

Jason couldn't remember the last time he'd been this happy. He realized that this whole time since he woke up as a ghost in the mansion, he'd been brooding around and kind of emo-ing around.

And then a lot of things happen in the past months. He got over the fact that Bruce didn't avenge him and found out that Bruce really did love him which made him happy. Because, the whole time when he was alive, he didn't really know if his mentor ever love him like he love Dick.

Then there was dickhead Dick fucking acrobat Grayson. Dick spent most of his time in the manor after Jason had a talk with him. The older brother took this advantage to spend more time with his ghostly younger brother and Dick really wished that he had done this before he died.

After that, Jason found himself a successor for the mantle of Robin. Of course, with the help of Dick, Tim Drake became the third Robin. Jason was surprised how smart the kid was and to think that he knew their identities since he was nine. And Jason blamed Dick for showing off too much when he was a Robin. Other than that, Jason also trained the kid, gave him a few tips, and sometimes pranked him or with him to prank Dick time to time. He believes that Tim Drake could be a better Robin than he and Dick could ever be.

Now, he felt like he was in paradise. This is the first time that Jason was surrounded by his family even though he's a ghost now, but that didn't matter. Maybe Fate intended him to stay at the manor forever or something.

But then, Fate has other plans for him.

Jason grinned when he heard a shrill cry of his name from his older brother. He could hear him stomping down on the stairs into the living room where he was chilling with Tim.

Tim could only gape at him. "You actually did it?"

"Of course I did, baby bird." He grinned as he came face to face with a furious Dick holding his now black Nightwing costume.

"Jason!" Dick whined.

"What? I thought it could use some more black. Besides, you're too flashy with that thing."

"Whatever! I have extra's back at my apartment."

That made Jason's grin falter. "Not cool, Dickie. I guess I'll have to follow you back at your apartment." He grinned mischievously thinking of a plan on when and how to do it.

"J-Jay!" Dick yelled.

Jason snapped out of his thoughts and looked at his older brother. Why did he look freaked out?

"You're fading." Tim gasped.

The ghost looked at himself seeing that he really is going transparent. What in the hell— all of the sudden, he felt a little icy as he keep disappearing and he overheard Dick calling for Alfred and Bruce.

Was it his time to leave already?

"Jason! Are you ok?" Bruce came rushing into the living room with panic set in his eyes.

Jason could only chuckle at his antics and told him, "I think I'm moving on." He smiled at his family, for one last time.

"You think? Jason, stop kidding around!" Dick slightly scolded with tears streaming down his face. It was an ugly sight to see his older brother crying. "You can't leave us."

"I'll make you proud Jason and thank you for training me too." Tim piped up, tears in his eyes also. "And I'll make Dick change his costume!"

"Master Jason, it was a pleasure to be with you again and I will pray that you will find peace." Alfred said, smiling at his grandson. He couldn't deny that there were tears falling down as well.

And then there was Bruce, looking devastated as if Jason died all over again. "Jason I am so glad that I've had this chance to talk to you after you died. You have put my mind in ease and never forget: I will always love you son." Bruce hesitantly hover his hand on top of his son's shoulder for assurance.

Jason nodded and before he disappeared altogether, "I love you too, dad."

And he gasped sharply and found himself having a hard to breathe.

Everything hurts, just hurts so bad.

Too much pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain.

He slammed his hands on top of the coffin and only yelled out the only name that he could only remember.

"BRUCE!"