Dick's POV

Oh no. No no no no no.
"Bruce?" I knock quietly on his door. It open silently, and I find him curled on his bed, his face wet with tears. "Bruce..." It would be stupid to say everything's alright.

"How could she do this?" Bruce mutters to himself. I give up on reason.

"Bruce Thomas Wayne!" I yell, making him turn onto his back.
"Oh, you're here."
"Bruce, you can't just lie here for the rest of your life and expect Jason, Babs, Cass, Tim, Steph and I to take care of Gotham. People know Robin is dead, and they think Batman is too. You need to get out there." He groans.

"No, I'm not going out their put everyone's lives in danger."

"It's not your fault Damian died! If anything, it's my fault for allowing him to become Robin!" I sink to the floor shaking. "It's...my...fault." I whisper.

Barbara's POV

So...walking into Bruce's room and finding the two strongest men I know crying on the floor is probably not the comforting I need.
"G-guys?" I try not to sob. I sink to the floor with them. All the family came back to the Manor when we heard about Damian. It happened a few days after I talked to Jase. One by one, everyone ends up in a big huddle, crying onto each other's shoulders.

A week later...

"Damian wasn't a twelve year old boy. He just looked like one. There's not a single kid on Earth like him, and there never will be. Even with clones, there is only one Damian." Bruce says, standing at the pedestal. "