stranger things | dick grayson

forty two

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Closing the car door, Eleanor slung her bag over her shoulder and looked up at Wayne Manor. She didn't need to look in the mirror to know she was wearing a deeply sour expression.

'Home sweet home.' Dick said as they met at the front of the car.

'I hate this place now,' Eleanor muttered as Dick put his arm around her neck and began guiding them into the house. The house was empty.

Dick called out for Bruce several times but received no answer. When they made it to Dick's room, Eleanor lingered at the door just long enough for Dick to question it as he picked up several random items.

'I just never really thought of this as your room... Jason spent most of his time in here,' she said and dropped her bag onto the chair next to Dick's bag. 'Zoe and I had our own rooms up the hall.'

He gestured to the clothes strung everywhere with a small grin. 

'Clearly,' he mused and crossed his arms. They both looked up at the large frame hanging over the mantelpiece with small smiles. 'The Flying Graysons...' Dick muttered out loud, causing a small smile to grow on Eleanor's face. 'Let's go find Bruce.'

They searched through the rest of the manor but still couldn't find him. Then they entered the living room. Bruce had left half a drink sitting in front of his laptop that played the live news report of Robin and Jason's death.

Without thinking, Eleanor closed the laptop lid rather viciously to silence the reporter, earning a concerned look from Dick.

Five minutes later, they found Bruce in the Batcave. He didn't have to turn around to know they were there, he saw their car pull up on the monitors, and he watched them make themselves at home.

Eleanor turned to her right and looked at the Robin suit, flinching at how much blood covered the suit.

Bruce was crouching over a bucket, scrubbing at something with a damp cloth intensely. He held it up to the light to inspect it. Eleanor almost gagged when she saw it was Jason's mask. She didn't want to be there.

'The blood... It's hard to get out,' Bruce muttered as Eleanor lowered her gaze to her feet.

'I'm sorry... We both are,' Dick said, speaking on behalf of Eleanor as Bruce rose to his feet. 'The Joker's back at Arkham?'

'Yes.'

'I'm glad the cops got to him first.'

'Me too,' Bruce flatly said as moved past Eleanor, almost knocking shoulders with her.

She looked at Dick with a small frown and they both looked back at Bruce. He was too calm and rational. Eleanor gave him the benefit of the doubt and just assumed it hadn't hit him yet, it surely hadn't hit her, but it was only a matter of time.

'Can I help with any of the arrangements?' Dick asked as he followed Bruce over to Robin's case to put away his mask.

'No. It's all been taken care of,' Bruce replied.

Eleanor's heart skipped a beat as Dick asked when the funeral was. He better not have done it all on his own.

'It's already happened.'

Well...

'What do you mean it's already happened?' Eleanor spoke to Bruce for the first time since he bailed her out of Arkham.

Bruce stood looking at Robin's suit with his hands in his pockets as he said, 'Mortuary delivered the coffin last night. I had him buried in the family plot. Next to Alfred.'