Hanging with Sorrow

Chapter 7

I'm really sorry for this chapter... also, this chapter has a subject that some people are sensitive about. Just giving a warning. Please don't hate me.

                      Last Will and Testament

     I, Damian Wayne, am making this last will and testament under my own free will, and I am sound of mind. My executor will be Richard Grayson. However, if he feels as though he is not fit for the job, or simply cannot do it, then he is free to choose whoever he wishes to be my executor. My main heir to all of my possessions will also be Richard Grayson. He may decide to trash everything, or donate it to charity, or keep it. Whatever he desires.

     My witness who has signed below is Jon Kent, a close friend of mine. I recommend that Richard give Jon the responsibility of executor if Richard chooses that he is unfit for the role, but Richard can choose whomever.

     Grayson,

          The official document above is my will. I have entrusted you as both my executor and my heir. I know I'm asking a lot of you, but I trust you to make the right decisions. If you do decide to hand that responsibility to someone else, I completely understand. However, there is one thing I ask of you to make sure of sure of whether you're my executor or not; please make sure I'm buried in the Wayne cemetery. I do not wish for father to hand my body off to mother because he is angry and upset about what I'm about to do.

      I've spent the most time trying to find words to write your letter. This has been extremely difficult for me. I realize that you're probably in grief right now; that or angry. Or maybe you've waited to see this, trying to tell yourself that it's not true. That I'm not really dead.

     Or maybe, you won't even see this letter. Maybe I'll chicken out at the last second. Or someone will find me before I have a chance to actually do it.

     I just wanted to say a couple things. If you're even reading this of course. I wanted to say that I approve of your marriage with Kori, and hope that you and her have everything you ever wanted.

     You know, I always thought that when I died, it would be in some valiant way. Trying to stop a super villain, or something. To die fighting, in honor. But no. I'm a coward. I don't deserve to live. The only reason that I'm not even trying to go down fighting, is because I don't deserve it. I don't deserve to die in honor. I just deserve to die.

     It might seem that I am suicidal, but I'm not. I just don't deserve life.

     Dick, I'm sorry that I'm doing this to you. I am. I know you love me, but you have to admit that I'm a shitty brother. Todd and Drake are better people than I ever had the chance to be. And that's saying a lot, because Todd can be a pretty shitty person.

     Dick, I've never found the courage to tell you this out loud. I love you too. Maybe more than father. And, even though I hate them, I somehow love Jason and Tim too. Emotions are so strange.

     Please don't mourn me too much. I would tell you not to mourn me at all, but we both know you will anyways.

     Be happy Dick. Just live a long, happy life.

                                      Love,

                                             Damian

Damian stood up from his desks, visibly shaking. That was his last one. He had done it. He had written his last words to his family and friends. The hardest ones had definitely Bruce, Dick, and Raven.