This song fits the chapter well.

Blair ran her fingers over the fimilar material of the dress. The midnight blue color was seared into her memory. Blair remembered 'walking up' in the Lazuraz Pit wearing this dress. Blair wore it to her own funeral.

Blair walked down the hallway to Pixie's room in the manor. The young girl was wearing all black. Her dress, her tights, her shoes, and ever her hair bow, were black. The only thing she wore with color was her silver butterfly necklace.

"You look very nice," Blair told Pixie.

Pixie whispered a barely audible "Thank you. Is it time to go?" Blair nodded in reply.

The grey clouds in the sky looked like they were ready to burst at any moment. Pixie's eyes looked the same.

Damian's coffin was black. A rich black. Black like a starless sky. It only made the gold "R" shine even brighter.

The members of the Justice League who attended seemed to be momentarily shocked out of grief when they saw the coffin. With their mouths hung open and their eyes filled with tears, it was clear that they could barely believe Damian was dead.

Tim was the closest thing to put together at that moment. Damian was nowhere close to his friend, but he could feel the pain radiating off of his family.

"We arn't doing bible readings or anything like that, but if anyone would like to say a few words, now is your chance." Tim returned to his seat.

There was a quiet for a moment. No one dared to go first. Dick, eventually, stood up. He pulled note cards out of his jacket pocket, cleared his throat, and began to speak.

"Bruce told me once that Batman needed a Robin. He said that Robin was a light to Batman's darkness. Whule I was Batman, Damian was my Robin. This might come as a shock to many of you, but Damian could be pretty violent, and all I could think was I guess I'm the light to his darkness then. But I wasn't. Damian stopped me from ever going to far on a mission. Just the thought that I was setting an example for him. But he wasn't just a partner he also became my bother and my friend." Dick wiped the tears from his eyes. "Damian and I had plenty of fights, but, at the end of the day, we were always there for each other. So Damian, thank you for being the light to my darkness." Dick didn't look at the coffin when he sat back down.

Pixie had Alfred the cat in her lap and Titus at her feet. The great dane wimpered. Pixie left her chair and layed on the dog instead. The black cat curled back up in her lap.

When Blair went to the podium, she practically ran to it. She had no note cards. She seemed unsure about going to the podium but she did none the less.

"So, I f**king hate funerals. All of the ones I have been to sucked, including my own. You know why? Because the feelings never last. Everyone will be so sad at the funeral but then it will be like it never happened. The feelings will disappear. I don't want that to happen to Damian. He did too much good," Blair's voice cracked," he did too much good just to be forgotten. I'm not saying live in sadness, I'm just saying, you don't have to bury the memories of the person with the casket. So remember Damian as the hero he was, because that's what he deserved." Blair went back to her seat. She looked down at her closest friend.

"Are you going to say something?" Blair asked. Pixie didn't respond. She stood up, still holding Alfred, and walking to the podium.

"Robin was an amazing hero and like Blair said we can't forget that, but there was so much more to Damian. Tim might be the 'smart one' but Damian was smart too. He never got less then an A on a test. Damian was also funny. It was a dark, sarcastic kind of funny, but it still made me laugh. He was so talented. He could play the violin beautifully and everything he drew was so realistic. Seriously, I could talk for hours about the pictures he let me see. He would also fight for someone he cared about with his last dying breath. And he also the brave, righteous, powerful, amazing fighter known as Robin. So if you knew Robin, that's great, but if you only knew Robin you missed meeting the amazing person Damian was."

Pixie stopped in front of the coffin and unclipped her sliver butterfly necklace. She slipped it into Damian's suit pocket and kissed his forehead. Alfred mewed softly from his place in Pixie's arms.

"Goodbye Dami."