Dick was now resting in his room that Alfred had prepared. The funny thing was that Alfred had actually prepared Dicks old room- the one he lived in when he was younger. Everything pretty much looked the same except for the new bed sheets Alfred just set out. Other than that it looked as if his room hadn't been touched.

Though was surprised him was that dust didn't cover the furniture. So, he figured someone had to dust the room every now and then. He smiled and began to look around the room. He didn't feel the pain of thinking Bruce died hating Dick or that Dick never said sorry, but he had a different pain. He felt guilty for Bruce's death. If he wouldn't have been so scared and just come back to Gotham, Bruce may have not died. He could have prevented all of this. He maybe could have even prevented Jason's death.

His thoughts were interrupted as he heard two knocks come from his door before the door opened. Tim appeared first and then Wally and Roy after that.

"Here he is." Tim pointed to Dick and then left the room.

Dick then realized that he had forgotten that he was going to meet up with Wally and Roy. He had gotten so caught up with catching up that it completely passed his mind, and Roy seemed to sense it," You forgot we were coming?"

"Guilty as charged." Dick laughed.

Then things got more serious when Wally asked," Are you okay? You know, with all of this happening you must feel pretty stressed."

"I could be better." Tears weld in the Boy Wonder eyes. He even let a few fall. He really could be so much better. He never imagined Bruce dying the way he did. Bruce was supposed to go down fighting, not because a small attack during a meeting. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was The Batman and his death seemed strange because Bruce would have certainly fought back at any given moment.

"Well, than that's not good enough." Roy said," You shouldn't have to deal with losing more family. Especially not alone." He pulled his little brother in a hug. As did Wally.
"So, you wanna talk about it?"

Dick spilled everything. He talked about how horrible he felt when he realized he never said sorry. He talked about how he thought Bruce hated him, but Bruce thought Dick hated him. He talked about how he never did say sorry. His last words to Bruce even being I Hate You. Then about how maybe he could have even prevented Bruce's death. That this current problem was all his fault.

"Dick, this is not your fault," Wally spoke up," The only person to blame is the person who killed Bruce."

"But I could h-"

"No, no you couldn't have. You can't blame yourself for something you had no power over. You weren't even in the same city when it happened. I know you feel bad about his death, but blaming yourself isn't going to make it any better. If anything it will just make things ten times worse."

"It's just hard not to blame myself... I mean, I- I don't even know why, but I feel this is all my fault. I feel like everything wrong thing that has ever occurred is because of me. Anyone I've ever loved dies. My parents, Jason, and now Bruce. Who has to die next for everyone to realize that I'm the one to blame. You, what about Roy? I just wouldn't be able to deal if that happened."

Roy sighed. Dick was wrong, but he had good evidence backing up his point. Roy would probably be thinking the same if he were in Dicks situation.

"Dick, we're heroes. It's a dangerous gig and not everyone is gonna make it."

"I get that, but my parents nor Bruce died from being some vigilante. They were just living their normal life when all of a sudden it ended."

"Okay, you have a point there, but I think you should really consider it. If you truly believe that it's your fault that Bruce died, then by all means, go ahead. Just promise me that you'll make the right choice in the end and come to your senses."

Dick nodded while thinking it over. Yeah, they were right about him not having any power over Bruce's death, but he still should have come back. He should have at least told Bruce sorry. Bruce died thinking his first son hated him. Now Dick knew that he couldn't live with that.

I hate you

He could still hear himself saying the words to Bruce right before he left. The pain he truly felt when Bruce fired him. It was one of the few things he could hang on to after his parents died and Bruce had just ripped that away from him. Then again his mind wasn't at its best health at that moment. He had just had a near death experience. If only he had actually considered what he was doing and the consequences that would follow.

"I promise." Roy smiled at Dick. He really had hoped that he would just forgive himself for the false blame.

"So, anyone in the mood for pizza?" Wally smirked.

Dick raised his hand realizing that he hadn't even eaten breakfast this morning. Roy then agreed to go as well and they were off.

After the pizza Roy and Wally had to go-- leaving Dick with his thoughts. He really was going to think about all of this.