Dick's POV
"Batman! Batman, what's happening?" Babs yells worriedly into her mic. "Batman?"
"What's happening?" I ask. She points to her feed of Bruce's built-in cowl camera. Jason, beaten and bloody, is in Bruce's arms.
"He's dead." He whispers, falling to his knees.
"No." I murmur. "No. He's not dead. This isn't true."
"Dick..." Bruce mutters.
"No..." I whisper.
"Dick, he's dead!" Babs screams. Suddenly her face falls, and a tear escapes her eye. "He's really...really dead." I kneel next to her and she wraps her arms around me, and sobs into my shoulder.

One Week Later...

Jay's funeral's being held today. Strictly friends and family. Bruce announced Jason's death a few days ago, but told no one of Robin's.
I stare at my little brother, hair parted, eyes closed. You can't even tell that a week ago, he was blown up.

"Jason was one of the bravest of us all. He dealt with so much more than the rest of us. Losing his parents in the way he did, and yet he still became Robin." Bruce says, steely faced, but a single tear still escapes his eye. "For that, we honour him, by staying heroes. No matter what life throws at us." I feel a hand brush against mine, and I glance down to see Babs grabbing my hand. I don't let go, and I squeeze it tightly.

I bend down next to Jason's grave. The tomb has the words:
The good die younger, but the great die younger.
Ain't that the truth.