Robins!

Death

A/N:  Guys I'm so sorry I haven't been updating.  Life is getting tough, and yes I know eighth grade is probably so easy for you guys, but you know me :p, I literally can't take anything.   Anyway, if you don't like language, a fair warning that I used the f word once.  But only once, so if you're fine with go ahead and read.  Sorry this isn't my best update in a while.  I'll try to get a better update later in the next to months but don't expect anything to good.  

Summary: Batman is dead..... 

The funeral was cold and damp, rain splashing the stoic faces of the closest friends and colleagues of the Bat.  It was his funeral after all.

In the front row, side by side, Damian, Tim, Jason, and Dick stood.  

Damian(but in a third person perspective):

Life is kind of like a book.  In the beginning you're starting out, you're introduced, and it's a little slow.  The middle is full of happy times.  The middle is full of sad times.  Drama.  Adventure.  Grades.  Stress.   Soon the book will come to an end.  Some books end happily.  Some books end sadly.  This is death.  Life is kind of like a book.

He hadn't a chance to really know his father.  Damian hadn't really spent but about two months with his father.

Stuck with his mother for ten years, he had spent all of those ten years preparing to meet his father, then he goes on and dies!

But even in those two months that he had spent hating his father, he had come to realize something.

Father hadn't deserved death.

It was kind of like this book had a major plot twist and the author killed off some major character that is loved.  Everyone hates the author right?  That's how Damian felt.  Batman.. Bruce... his FATHER hadn't deserved that.

Damian looked at the coffin that was being carried down the isle.  It held Batman's suit.  He watched as Superman and Wonder Woman struggled down tears as they flew side by side.  Coffin in hand.

And all Damian could think of as the coffin passed was, Father didn't deserve this.

Tim(but in a third person perspective):

Life is like a candle.  You're made by the candlemaker, and for months you haven't been lit, you're being crafted into the wonderful person that you will become.  But once you're lit, you're lit.  Life has started.  From the first spark, it's the first time you've opened your eyes, the first giggle, the first cry, the first whimper.  The light starts out small, growing bigger with the wind, growing smaller by the same wind.  These are you're moments, your finest, and your worst.  Some flames flicker, but they don't die.  They strengthen themselves throughout.  Some flames flicker, and sometimes.... they go out.  It's not their time yet, the wax isn't gone, their time is up before they can hold out to the world.   Some flames keep on going.  Keep it strong, until their wax goes out itself.  Life is like a candle.

Some flicker out to soon.

Batman had.

His time wasn't up!

It wasn't fair.  His time was still going.  He had so much he needed to do.  So many people to save.  Sons to raise.  Apologies to make.  Worlds to save.  Best friends to hang out with.

Tim had lost to much.  He couldn't lost Batman too.

Batman was the one constant is his life.

He couldn't lose Batman.

Batman had "created" him.

It wasn't fair!  He looked on sadly as Superman and Wonder Woman lowered the coffin down. It didn't look right, to see the Batman suit being lowered into the dirt.   Was this truly the end of Batman?