[TOO FAR GONE] - DAMIAN WAYNE - DC COMICS

alternate ending.

I didn't want to be mad, and truthfully I wasn't but I just needed some clarification. It really didn't make sense to me, and not just because I still couldn't remember everything. But there was no way I'd forget about Grayson's disappearance.

"You wrote that letter?" I ask again, feeling as if this was some kind of joke.

"Yes." He admits, taking a deep breath.

"So everything that I followed in respect for Grayson was truly out of respect for you..." The inspiring words of the letter float around my mind and it just didn't make sense.

"He was our brother. I knew he was leaving but he refused to tell you. He didn't want to hurt your feelings, but I knew because he didn't have any quote unquote final words that you'd drown in the curiosity. So yes, I wrote that letter, and though it was wrong I think it was the coverage you needed because it was all true. He was starting to act suicidal and he wouldn't shut up about going to find Wally. So like it says in the first paragraph I, as in Jason was stating simply what I was observing." I nodded trying my best to comprehend at the late hour.

"He was suicidal?" I question, that one of the only statements that stuck.

"Very." I inhale, upset that I never realized it. Suddenly the look on his face dropped, and I didn't like where this was going.

"When he left, he told me ten days. If I didn't hear from him in ten days, it meant he was gone. Not lost in the woods, or wandering through the snow covered mountains, but lost wandering in the abyss of death. It's been 907 days Dami. That's a lot more than just ten but I can't deny that I'm still waiting." He has those crazy eyes again, and I truly feel bad. Not just for him, but the slow reality that was starting to surround me strangled me and I didn't like it.

"Jaybird I think maybe, you know-" He didn't like where I taking this.

"No I don't know... But either way, I've lost him. I used to vision me going out to find him, and I'd start climbing up these snowy mountains to see him passed out in the white blanket. Then I'd pick him up, and bring him back home. And you know what I'd do then?" He looks to me, his eyes softer than the tone he just spoke with.

"I'd share the same song I did earlier." He has a light smile and I can tell he's deep in his vision. "Sounds like you've got it all planned." I respond, my voice shaky.

"And I shouldn't. I've lost him babybird, but I refuse to lose you. I won't let you down again Dami I promise." He banters, sounding like some sickening campaign commercial that is constantly on repeat.

"You keep saying that, and I don't want to hear it anymore. You didn't do anything wrong!" I rebuttal, my eyes speaking nothing more than the truth.

"It's because you don't remember anything but when you do-" I shake my head.

"That's just it Jaybird, I forgot. And it's about time you do too." I give him a reassuring look and in return I receive a defeated nod. I was content. Everything felt like it should. My mind was still somewhat clouded but from what I could piece together this was the kind of ending I wanted.

"If you really want me to, I will." He tells me, and I exhale, finally feeling good about the situation. I nod in his chest, as a smile forms across my face.

The rain outside begins to lighten, and part of me just wants to shut my eyes and get some sleep. He catches on, for I look up moments later to see him enjoying the peace and quiet. His eyes are getting heavy, and I trace the scar on his chest as he begins to doze off. He had done so much for me, the least I could do was comfort him as he fell asleep. And in the midst of it all -between the gentle pitter patters on the rooftop, and the soft snores that came from Jason- I too rested my eyes.

I awoke to the sound of an alarm clock, which was confusing, considering I couldn't ever remember Jason using one. As I stir in bed, I look over to see him getting dressed.

"It's nine on a Sunday Jason, what the hell are you doing up?" I wonder, and he laughs as he practically jumps into his khakis.

"Exactly... It's Sunday. Church starts in a half and hour, get dressed buddy." I thought I was still dreaming. Church? Jason? Those two things didn't go hand in hand.

"Since when do you go to church?" I ask him sarcastically, rising from the bed as he tosses me a button down. I had grown so much over the years I suddenly fit in his attire.

"Since I decided alcohol wasn't the type of guidance I needed in my life. A few years after you first went to Arkham I decided it was time to change. Once I devoted myself to something better than a bottle I found peace. And peace led me back to you." He gives me the sincerest of looks as he makes his way towards me to help with the tie in my hands. I had missed just about all of my young adult years; I had no freaking idea how to do any of this.

"You really have changed haven't you?" I ask him, and he offers a short nod.

"I was doing so much bad in life that life was slamming the bad right back in my face. If it weren't for your act of love, and the pain it caused, I wouldn't have stepped of my high horse to realize the true importance of family." He was a new person. I mean he was still Jason... just the best version of Jason I'd ever seen.

"No Jaybird, weren't not just family. We're friends. The best of friends. That's the lesson you taught me, and why I did what I did." I never thought we'd be so in sync. We had been so accustomed to arguing I never thought we would see a day of gratefulness for one another.

Soon enough we were walking down the streets and entering a small church on the corner. I was walking down the aisle trying to take in all the scenery. It was very rustic, but in a serene way. I could see why he didn't mind spending his Sunday mornings here.

"I owe this place everything." He spits, and I turn to look at him.

"What do you mean?" I wonder.

"I sat in that pew every single week, sometimes three or four times, and I prayed and prayed and prayed that I would get you back." He was expressing so much emotion, and I wasn't used to it.

"To think that you're here now, because of those prayers. I've never been so thankful in my life." He tells me, and I place a hand on his back and rub it gently. I then make my way over, and kneel down, bowing my head. In the corner of my eye I can see him now don a look of confusion.

"What are you praying for Dami, you're home what more could you need?" He wonders, joining me at my side.

"You prayed for me to come back, and I will now return the favor and pray for Grayson to come back. I will devote myself to this cause the same way you did for me." I turn to him and see a single tear slip down his face.

"In my heart I know God wants us to be a family again. We've been through to much to not deserve a happy ending."