It was a new day and Richard Grayson found himself styling his hair with his hands coated in hair gel.

It was the day of Bruce's funeral and he was getting ready. Dick never did dream that this day would come as early as it had. Bruce had always just seemed invincible, but after all, he was just human.

Dick quickly put on his tuxedo with a pair of dress pants. He adjusted his black tie, and slipped on a pair of black dress shoes. Time to go see if Tim and Alfred are done.

As soon as Dick opened his door, as if on cue, Tim was seen walking to see if Dick is ready. Though, Tim had his tie within his palm.

"Uh... Dick, can you give me a hand with this?"

Dick smiled as he correctly put on Tim's tie. Soon after that Tim let Dick know that Alfred was ready and waiting inside the limousine.

Dick began to walk down the stairs with Tim.
He almost reached the last step before a punch struck his left cheek. He instantly feel to the ground. He then heard steps run up the stairs; he figured it was Tim running.

Normally, Tim wouldn't be running, but he couldn't expose that he was Robin. So, running was necessary.

Dick soon recovered and stood to face his attacker, but froze as he saw the attackers face. He had black hair with a white stripe in the middle, green eyes, and a leather jacket on.

Just at that moment, Tim, ran down the stairs with a baseball bat clutched within his hands. He attempted to slam it down on the attackers head, but the attacker was able to easily grab it.

"So, this is my replacement?" The attacker laughed.

"H-how.... How are you alive?" Dick asked not talking his eyes off the male.

"Dick, who is this?" Tim questioned,"Because I don't think we should be making conversation with someone who just broke in here."

Dick ignored Tim and continued talking,"How are you alive?"

"We'll speak about that later. Right now, we have a funeral to attend," He began walked towards the door," I'll wait for you guys outside." And with that he was gone.

"Dick, who was that?! Tim asked, now yelling.

Dick sighed," That was Jason Todd."

"The J-"

"Yes, the second-Robin Jason Todd who died years ago..."

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The car ride to the funeral home was a strange one. Dick kept asking Jason all sorts of questions: How was be alive, for how long has he been alive, why did he punch Dick?
Though Jason didn't answer any. He just replied with," I don't believe this is the time for this, Golden Boy. We are going to a funeral. This can wait:"

Then Dick began questioning why Jason was calling him Golden Boy. So, let's just say Alfred and Tim were happy once they got to the funeral home so they wouldn't have to stand anymore of Dicks and Jason's bickering.

Barbara almost instantly found them, but she froze as she saw Jason.

"J-Ja...."

"Yup." Jason smiled.
"How?"

"You're not going to get an answer until after the funeral." Dick answered for Jason.
Barbara nodded, still in complete shock, but led them towards their seats.

Author- Sorry for the long wait and short chapter :(