The Family of Bats (DRABBLES)

Gone With the Wind Part 3 (Version 1)

Part 3: Gone.

THIS IS WHAT REALLY HAPPENS!!!

WARNING: Yelling, Screaming, GUNS,

Robin, Damian Wayne, was currently sitting in the Watch Tower at the computer.

"Hey, kiddo, what are you doing?" Flash, Barry Allen, asked.

"Who killed him?" Damian asked, looking sharply at Flash.

"What?" Barry was taken aback.

"WHO KILLED NIGHTWING?!" Damian screamed, pulling Flash by his collar closer to his face.

"I-I-I don-" Flash started.

"THAT'S A LIE! IT'S NOT IN THE FILES! WHO KILLED RICHARD?" Damian interrogated, not noticing that he slipped.

"Damian, sometimes people just die." Wonder Woman said.

"Not Grayson! He was perfectly fit, had a good diet, got plenty of exercise. He should not have just died suddenly!" Damian yelled.

"Damian. Little One. You're hurting. I know. We've all lost someone. But this isn't healthy. Sometimes we just have to let go." Wonder Woman said.

"NO! GRAYSON WAS ALL I HAD! HE CAN'T BE GONE! HE CAN'T BE DEAD!" Damian screamed, running out of the room.

"Hera, help us." Diana looked up.

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"We're here today to remember a special member of our team. Nightwing. While he wasn't an actual member of the Justice League, he was a very important person. I think he was important to all of us. I don't need to tell you that he lit up a room when he walked in, or how he was Den Mother to Young Justice, or how he took one of our darkest members and his family and made them...brighter in a way." Superman said, talking at the podium.

They were honoring Nightwing's service today.

"He became a hero when he was just 8. He was the first Robin, the first sidekick, the first partner." Superman said.

"And he will forever be remembered." Superman said and turned on the monument.

A holographic picture of Nightwing turned on.

"He will always be with us." Superman said.

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"He wasn't at the Honoring Ceremony." Jason said to Alfred over tea.

"I know." Alfred said, looking into his own cup of tea.

"Alfred. Why does it hurt so much?" Jason asked, looking at Alfred.

"Because. He made an impression upon you. It always hurts when one makes an impression upon you and then leaves." Alfred said, looking at Jason.

Tears weld up in Alfred's eyes.

Jason got up and hugged Alfred.

But he could have sworn he heard Alfred whisper, "I hate lying to you all."

Jason was sure he imagined it.

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Tim hadn't left his room yet.

He just kept hugging the stuffed animal that Richard got him.

It was a cute panda holding a heart that said, "I Love You!"

"I love you too." Tim whispered, hugging tighter.

He missed Dick so much.

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"Father." Damian said from the bottom step of the Batcave.

Bruce didn't look away from the computer.

"Father." Damian tried again.

Nothing.

"FATHER!" Damian yelled.

"Damian. I'm busy." Bruce said.

"Father. Why is Grayson's murderer not in the files?" Damian asked.

Bruce said nothing.

Damian quickly crossed the room and swung the chair around.

"WHO MURDERED HIM?!" Damian screamed.

Bruce looked at Damian with haunted, broken eyes.

Damian gasped, shocked.

"Damian. Leave it be." Bruce whispered.

"No! NEVER! Grayson's death must be avenged!" Damian said.

He was determined to find out.

"Damian. Go back to your room." Bruce said, turning the chair around and went back to the computer.

"I shall defend Grayson's honor. He will be avenged." Damian promised.

"Drop it, Damian." Bruce said.

"No! He must be avenged! I will allow nothing else!" Damian yelled.

"STOP IT, YOU BRAT! DROP IT!" Bruce screamed suddenly.

Damian stood in shock.

"RICHARD IS DEAD! LEAVE HIM IN PEACE!" Bruce screamed.

Alfred stopped walking on the middle of the stairs leading to the Batcave.

Alfred closed his eyes.

Their family was falling apart.

"Godspeed, Richard." Alfred whispered.

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"You are no longer Richard Grayson." A man walked around one on his knees on the floor.

His head was down.

"You are no longer Nightwing." The man walking said.

He stopped behind the man on the floor.

"You're Agent 37."

Agent 37 looked up.

"Yes, sir."