What if

The beginning and the end( alternate ending)

A boy limped towards a dark city. His arms clutched his stomach and his head hung low. What clothes he had on were ripped and frayed. Old scars littered his body and blood ran from new ones.

He needed to get home. He didn't know how much time had past since he died but he knew it was too long. He knew he wasn't supposed to come back to life but he didn't have a choice. He was forced. And he didn't like the feeling at all; it was unnatural.

He knew death. It had taken his parents at nine and it had taken many other people he knew about since then and then it had finally had taken him, but someone had to play god and brought him back to life.

The nameless boy trudged on towards the crime-filled city. He knew that his father and mentor hadn't been as " forgiving?"Maybe forgiving wasn't the best word to use.

The boy tripped and landed on the hard ground. He cried out and hugged his ribs tighter. He was pretty sure that he broke at least one rib previous to this. He rolled to his feet groaning." So not feeling the aster."

He smiled at the thought of his best friend making fun of him for butchering the english language. Maybe he would get to see him again. Maybe they would hang out together again.

The boy started walking towards the city again; a new fire burning in him to keep going.

-Line break-

Bruce Wayne walked towards his large grandfather clock and pulled one of the chimes. Almost silently the clock lifted up to reveal a secret door. He shook his head sadly. He didn't know how Jason reminded him so much of Dick; they were nothing alike.

The billionaire walked into the Batcave and sat in front of the giant computer monitors. He searched for the joker, who had escaped from Arkem asylum for the umpteenth time.

Bruce sighed and rubbed his head. He missed his first ward. Dick had started the legacy of the Dynamic Duo and he had almost ended it.

Bruce was ashamed of what he became after dick died and Jason had saved him from total destruction. Alfred, of course, had helped but not in the way that Jason did. Bruce also knew that Dick wouldn't have approved of what he became either and that was a large part of what really drove him to move on.

Brice sighed again and stood up from his chair to go on patrol. He quickly dressed into his batman suit and pulled up his cowl.

He looked longingly where dick used to stand. Usually Jason would be standing there but Bruce had told him if he didn't eat his dinner he wouldn't go on patrol.

The batman swept himself from his layer and out into the crime-filled city.

-Line break-

The dark knight was in a bad mood after tracking and sending the joker back to the Arkem asylum. He had tried hard to refrain from killing the prince of clowns. He had made him so angry. The joker had insulted and profaned Dick and batman had almost killed him.

The batman sighed as he entered his cave. At first he had tried to fill the hole that Dick left with Jason but he then realized that Jason could never fill that hole that his little Bird had left wide open.

As he pulled off his cowl, Bruce Wayne noticed a small trail of blood. It was big enough to worry him but small enough that whoever was bleeding wouldn't probably die.

Batman follow the trail till it lead him to a body of a boy lent up against the wall next to the door to the manor. Blood covered the pale face and what clothes wore were almost nonexistent. His hair was long and matted over his face.