A/N:  Guys I'm so sorry I haven't been updating.  Life is getting tough, and yes I know eighth grade is probably so easy for you guys, but you know me :p, I literally can't take anything.   Anyway, if you don't like language, a fair warning that I used the f word once.  But only once, so if you're fine with go ahead and read.  Sorry this isn't my best update in a while.  I'll try to get a better update later in the next to months but don't expect anything to good.  

Summary: Batman is dead..... 

The funeral was cold and damp, rain splashing the stoic faces of the closest friends and colleagues of the Bat.  It was his funeral after all.

In the front row, side by side, Damian, Tim, Jason, and Dick stood.  

Damian(but in a third person perspective):

Life is kind of like a book.  In the beginning you're starting out, you're introduced, and it's a little slow.  The middle is full of happy times.  The middle is full of sad times.  Drama.  Adventure.  Grades.  Stress.   Soon the book will come to an end.  Some books end happily.  Some books end sadly.  This is death.  Life is kind of like a book.

He hadn't a chance to really know his father.  Damian hadn't really spent but about two months with his father.

Stuck with his mother for ten years, he had spent all of those ten years preparing to meet his father, then he goes on and dies!

But even in those two months that he had spent hating his father, he had come to realize something.

Father hadn't deserved death.

It was kind of like this book had a major plot twist and the author killed off some major character that is loved.  Everyone hates the author right?  That's how Damian felt.  Batman.. Bruce... his FATHER hadn't deserved that.

Damian looked at the coffin that was being carried down the isle.  It held Batman's suit.  He watched as Superman and Wonder Woman struggled down tears as they flew side by side.  Coffin in hand.

And all Damian could think of as the coffin passed was, Father didn't deserve this.

Tim(but in a third person perspective):

Life is like a candle.  You're made by the candlemaker, and for months you haven't been lit, you're being crafted into the wonderful person that you will become.  But once you're lit, you're lit.  Life has started.  From the first spark, it's the first time you've opened your eyes, the first giggle, the first cry, the first whimper.  The light starts out small, growing bigger with the wind, growing smaller by the same wind.  These are you're moments, your finest, and your worst.  Some flames flicker, but they don't die.  They strengthen themselves throughout.  Some flames flicker, and sometimes.... they go out.  It's not their time yet, the wax isn't gone, their time is up before they can hold out to the world.   Some flames keep on going.  Keep it strong, until their wax goes out itself.  Life is like a candle.

Some flicker out to soon.

Batman had.

His time wasn't up!

It wasn't fair.  His time was still going.  He had so much he needed to do.  So many people to save.  Sons to raise.  Apologies to make.  Worlds to save.  Best friends to hang out with.

Tim had lost to much.  He couldn't lost Batman too.

Batman was the one constant is his life.

He couldn't lose Batman.

Batman had "created" him.

It wasn't fair!  He looked on sadly as Superman and Wonder Woman lowered the coffin down. It didn't look right, to see the Batman suit being lowered into the dirt.   Was this truly the end of Batman?

Jason(but in like a third person perspective):

Death would kind of be like a stranger.   You know those ones who come to your door?  Death is a stranger coming to your door.  Some strangers are kindly, and they take you away with peace and prosperity, a death that is silent and satisfactory.  Some strangers are irritating, and won't leave you along.  These strangers take you with a bit of annoyance, a death that is at an inconvenient time.  There are those strangers that are so kind and a little scared, these are the people that let you back to your house after taking you out.  These are the ones that cheat death.  Then there are the strangers that practically force you out the door.  That's when your death is violent and not your time.

Like Batman.

Batman shouldn't have died.

Whatever qualms he had with the man behind that mask were behind him.  And the mask itself, Batman was needed.  Batman was needed to fight, to protect.

After all wasn't that the purpose of him?

What was the point of being that "bad guy" if there wasn't a good guy?

Jason watched silently as the coffin lowered.  And suddenly time seemed to slow.

Dick(but in a third person perspective):

Death is all around us.  It happens everyday.  Every single second you live, someone dies.  Death will bring destruction, leave a trail of devastation, leave tears streaming down faces.  Death is inevitable.  

Some have it all.  

Some lose it all.

Dick Grayson was one of those people. 

All he could do was stare blankly at the coffin that was lowering into the ground.  He could feel small tears prick at the edge of his Nightwing mask, and in the cold rain, 'How ironic that Batman was born in the rain of a sidestreet, and here is being buried in the rain', he shivered under the flimsy material of his Nightwing suit.

Digging his head into his shoulder he sniffled softly.  Batman didn't deserve to be in the coffin.  Batman had done nothing worthy of a trip to the grave.

Yet here he was.

In the coffin, lay forever the suit of the Bat.

In some ways, Batman had helped him create Robin.

In some ways, Batman had created Nightwing.

Now he was gone.

Everyone thought Batman was some urban legend, a monster, a crazed man.

But he wasn't.

Nightwing knew better.  All Batman wan't was for crime to be rid of Gotham, all he wanted was for children to grow up with parents.  Without having to live like him.

Nightwing looked next to him at the small child that had claimed Batman as his blood father.  He didn't deserve this.  Nightwing looked to his right to the teenager who had gone through to much already.  He didn't deserve this.  Nightwing thought of the brooding young man who was older than his age.  He didn't deserve this.  They didn't deserve to see the very legend that created them be destroyed.   They didn't deserve to have no guidance.  They didn't deserve to grow up defending a city without the big gun.  They didn't deserve this.

Batman didn't deserve this.

Bruce fucking didn't deserve this.

The coffin lowered five more inches in.

"Stop!"

Everyone halted.  Time stopped.

Nightwing glared, "I said stop."

Damian looked up at the person he had come to loath ever since he had moved into his father's house and saw a new light.  He saw a new soul.  

Superman stopped lowering the coffin and motioned Wonder Woman to stop too, "Nightwing, I know this must be hard-"

"No... stop right there and let me speak." Nightwing said, standing on his chair and addressing the congregation, "Batman is a legend.  Batman has struck fear in the hearts of the bad guys and created awe from the good."

"Dick..." Superman spoke in a softer voice now.

"Batman... Batman created legacies.  Not only his... but he helped me create mine."  Nightwing whipped around to face Oracle, "He helped create hers.  Batman... wouldn't have wanted this.  He wouldn't have wanted his suit to be buried in the ground.  Bruce created Batman to save innocents and strike fear into the hearts of the evil.  He would want us to continue that.  Batman never dies."

"He just di-"

"Can it Dami and let me finish.  Batman never dies.  Do you know why?  Because we're going to keep his legacy alive.  Bruce didn't ever want Batman to die.  Bruce would want us to keep saving people.  And so we are.  Batman will never die!"

Nightwing stared at Superman.

A challenge.

And suddenly it wasn't only Nightwing staring down Superman.

It was Robin.

Tim looked up and Dick and squeezed his smaller hand into the older man's.  They shared a small look of acknowledgement before whipping their heads back at Superman.

Superman scrunched his face up, and placed his hand on the coffin, "I'm sorry."

And suddenly, quicker than you could say flash, and hand was ontop of his.  Red Hood looked him in the eye, "Hands off boy scout."

Superman seemed to get the hint, and he took his hand off, "Nightwing, are you sure you  want to do this?"

Nightwing nodded, "I'm not the only one doing this."

Nightwing looked to his side.  Robin nodded.  Nightwing glanced up at the Red Hood.  A barely perceptible nod came from the anti-hero.  Nightwing turned around to see Batgirl and Oracle, who both gave thumbs up.  Finally his gaze rested on Damian, and he silently whispered, "You ready to begin a new chapter?"

And suddenly, Damian saw a new light.

And once he nodded, he knew that this would be the most interesting chapter in his book so far.

A/N:  Sorry if any of that didn't make sense.  I tried.