The Story of Damian Wayne

Chapter 25

Lucy's POV--

As we stood around the hole in the ground where Damian's casket lay, only the sounds of the falling rain could be heard. No one was saying anything. It was all too much to handle, to process.

Dick moved over to Bruce, "You should say something." 

Bruce nodded and stepped forward, "Damian Wayne, My son. He's an unforgettable imprint in all of our lives. And he's gone in a blink of an eye. Born to inherit the demon's criminal empire. No matter what path was laid before him he chose his own. He chose to be Robin and fight until the very end. He will not be forgotten. His sacrifice, his death will be avenged." 

Tim grabbed my hand.                                                                                    

"I'm sure Tim and Jason could agree, Even though we are not related by blood, Damian was our brother. And no matter how many times we disagreed, we couldn't have asked for a better friend." Dick took the shovel and threw some dirt on the casket. 

Tim let go of my hand and did the same. He and Dick left to make their way back to the house. 

Jason walked up put a hand on Bruce's shoulder. He stared at the grave for several minutes, not saying a thing. He threw dirt on the casket and walked over to me. He squeezed my hand and kissed my forehead and walked to the house. 

"Master Bruce...I...I didn't think she was capable of suc--"

"Alfred, you allowed him to leave the cave." Bruce looked at the ground. 

"Sir, I was positive that Master Damian could take care of himself."

"Take a vacation, Alfred."

I looked at him, "Bruce." 

"Alfred, Go!" 

"Yes, sir." Alfred bowed his head and started to walk off. 

"Alfred wait,"  I grabbed his arm as he walked passed me. 

He looked at me with somber eyes. 

"What the hell is your problem, Bruce?"

"What?" He looked up. 

"Are you going to send me away too? Because I let him go too!" 

"Lucy." 

"No! You know full well that Alfred is not to blame for Damian's death. Alfred's not to blame, I'm not to blame, You're not to blame, Dick, Tim, Jason. They are not to blame. Talia and her creation Heretic are to blame. They killed Damian. Not Alfred. He is the last person you sh--"

"Enough!" He grabbed the shovel and threw it into the grave, "You have no right, Lucy. Damian was my son! I gave Alfred, and you for the matter of fact, to keep Damian there. I Chose him. I chose him over Gotham city. I didn't tell him that." 

"Bruce," I let got of Alfred. 

"I'm done Lucy. You're done Lucy. All of this; The fight, Batman, Robin, all of it. You're welcome to stay here if you want. I can't even stand to look at either of you." 

"Bruce, I'm not going anywhere. At least not until this is done." 

"I'll do what I have to do Lucy." 

"I know, Bruce, I know." I linked arms with Alfred and we walked to the house. 

"I'll talk to him Alfred. This isn't permanent." 

"I know Mistress Lucy, I won't be far. I have a friend nearby, If you ever need me, I'm just one phone call away." 

"Thanks Alfred."