Richard John Grayson sat in his dirty, unkept apartment, staring at an object that was gently curled in his fingers, gripped inside of his palm with a label being open for the Flying Grayson to see. The apartment was littered with empty plastic bottles of water, wrappers of granola bars and a few pieces of glass that had come from accidentally dropped mugs, the bed wasn't made, instead the covers pooled at the foot of the mattress, due to his restless nights. The curtains were shut and the front door was locked where the silver key was still stuck inside of the knob.

Dick, unlike the rest of his house was cleaned up, as if he was going to leave later in the evening to go to a casual activity, maybe a restaurant. Though leaving this house wasn't his intention, unless it was in a body bag. His head was tilted down, as if he was afraid of looking up and face the reality of what he was thinking of doing — what he was about to do. He really should have cleaned up the place, since this is going to be his final resting place, 'Well, I'm not getting up and doing it now.' He thought to himself sarcastically.

His Nightwing suits were in cardboard boxes, along with the rest of his equipment that he used to utilise to save lives, the boxes were taken to the post office by the raven haired boy merely yesterday, sending the packages to Wayne Manor's front doorstep, set to arrive in just a few hours. The box also contained letters addressed to all the members of the batfamily, also letters addressed to the team, the Justice League and anyone else he knew personally.

"Do I really want to do this?" The blue eyed man asked himself, as if reassuring himself that he could do it. Since the letters and boxes were going to arrive in a few hours, this was his time window, this was it. The endgame. Pressing the sides of the lid, pressing down and screwing it open it revealed white, small, pills. He set the bottle down onto the bed stand before repeating the process of opening the lids of five more containers, the pills were Rozerem, Restoril, Halcion, and Sonata which were all prescribed for insomnia. The last two were Prozac which was for fluoxetine which was basically an antidepressant and just some good old Tylenol.

Taking the first bottle which was the Prozac he laid the pills out next to him on his bed, throwing the container over his shoulder, probably landing on the ground, He repeated the same thing with the rest of the medication, his multiple glasses of water placed on the wooden bedside table. Taking a white pill which he assumed was the antidepressant between his slim fingers, he plopped it onto his tongue only for him to swallow the oval shaped thing.

This time he grabbed five and placed them all in his mouth, using one of the many glasses of water to push them all down his throat at the same time, he cupped his hands and scooped up quite a fair amount of the medication before dropping them all in his mouth again, using the liquid to push them all down. He kept shovelling the medicine in his hands and shoving them into his body, each handful making him weaker.

His vision began to blur and black started to appear in his eyesight, "l-last hand... ful" he mumbled, encouraging himself to shovel the last of the pills between his lips and managing them down one last time, he looked around the best he could with his vision. "I'm sorry" he whispered to the empty apartment, knowing no one was there to hear his last words before he blacked out.

Dick's body slumped, falling back onto the mattress, his body convulsed, seeming to react to the medications that he had took just moments prior, his hands twitched before his frame went limp again. His chest heaved up and down at a normal pace, until he started taking smaller breaths, his heartbeat slowed down.

Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump

Thump Thump Thump, Thump

Thump. Thump. Thump

Thump.... Thump

Thump

Thump

Silence

The apartment was dead quiet, the world seemingly stopped, no gunshots outside that Nightwing would have to respond to and rescue yet another life, no cars passing by while honking their horns, no angry yells from heartbroken couples, the world just froze. Pitter patter was heard, small droplets of water crashed against the glass of the window in a gentle pattern, it wasn't a storm, it was just a rain cloud, it was as if the world itself was mourning. Mourning for another person lost due to grief, misery, and suffering. Mourning for the loss of another hero.

Dick Grayson has finally reunited with his family once more

A few hours later

The doorbell to Wayne Manor was heard throughout the halls, a set of footsteps treading to the door, a skinny man wearing a tux opened the big doors to answer only to find the mailman at the doorstep, a few boxes next to him. "Packages for Bruce Wayne, please sign here sir" the young male informed, requesting the signature of the butler to confirm the arrival of the boxes. The boy looked around nineteen, with green eyes and light brown hair, his uniform slightly damp from the light drizzle that had begun.

The young adult held out a blue pen to Alfred Pennyworth who grasped the pen and signed the paper with ease. "Thank you, have a good night young man." The older thanked, grabbed a few of the boxes and placing them inside, carrying the last of the boxes he closed the front door gently, locking it quickly. The master chef carried the boxes down to the Batcave easily, placing them on one of the desks.

"Your packages arrived for you, Master Bruce" Alfred informed the hard working billionaire who was already suited up in his Batman outfit —though without his cowl— typing on the Batcomputer's keyboard to investigate a case. It seemed that he was waiting for Damian Wayne, the new Robin.

"I didn't order any packages" the Caped Crusader replied, a hint of confusion leaking into his tone of voice, he stopped what he was doing on the computer and spun on his chair to face the butler with a raised eyebrow. The squeaking of the shoes the blood son interrupted them for a moment as they turned their attention to the young boy who was wearing his new suit for the first time.

"Tt. This uniform is impractical with the bright colours, but it'll do" Damian tutted, looking at the said uniform on his body with a satisfied nod, treading over to the two adults. They looked at each other before they moved their vision directly to the unknown boxes that they had just received.

"I'll open them" Bruce said, walking over to the packages and opening one, his expression turned confused as he saw Nightwing suits neatly folded up inside of the cardboard thing, raising another eyebrow he grabbed the black and blue uniforms and placed them onto the desk, looking inside again to see all of the gadgets that the Blüdhaven vigilante uses.

"These are Dick's uniforms and weapons, what are they doing here?" He asked, scanning everything he had just received before plopping all the suits back into the box and placing said box onto the floor, moving onto the next package, without any trouble at all he ripped open the cardboard container, Bruce looked inside only to see a lot of separate letters.

"What are these?" He asked more to himself than the other two males in the room who had approached the box and looked inside, Batman grabbed the letter that had his name on it with his eldest son's handwriting. He hadn't heard from the Flying Grayson in a while so receiving all these things from him made him concerned. Wearily opening the letter addressed to him he plucked out the paper inside, unfolding the handwritten thin object.

Dear Bruce Wayne

Hey, it's Dick, it's been a while since we've talked, well, a while since anything really with you. So you're probably confused as to why I mailed you my suits and weapons. Truth is, I won't need them anymore, not to where I'm going. Yeah, I'm going somewhere, but it's somewhere you can't follow, nobody can follow me where I'm going. Let's just say I'm going on a permanent vacation to visit my parents.

I just wanted to tell you that I love you Bruce, I love you for adopting me, for letting me be Robin, and just for everything. I want you to take care of everyone for me, be strong for them, but don't forget you can also show weakness too Bruce, I know you're The Batman but that doesn't mean that you're not human. Take care of everyone, Jay-Bird, Tim Tim, Little D, Alfred, yourself, for me at least. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough. I'm sorry I wasn't a perfect son. I'm sorry I failed you and everyone else.

-Lots of love Richard John Grayson

Deceased: Today

Bruce dropped the paper in shock, tears filling up his blue eyes, it was rare to see The Batman even let out a tear, let alone actually cry. The billionaire dropped to his knees as he buried his head in his hands, shaking his head as to not believe anything. He looked up only to see that the other two had looked at him in pure utter shock, not knowing how to react.

"We need to get to Blüdhaven now" The Caped Crusader ordered, pulling his cowl over his head and rushing over to the Batmobile, Robin on his heels. Both getting in quickly Bruce began to drive to the eldest's city as fast as he could. He refused to believe that Dick was dead, his Dickie, his Robin.

"Father, what is going on?" Damian questioned, not having read the letter addressed to him, instead saving it to read later in his pocket. "Father. What. Is. Going. On" he persisted, wanting answers, after only receiving silence he furrowed his eyebrows and decided to look at the letter for him. He opened the paper carefully and started to scan the words that were handwritten by his older brother.

Dear Damian

Wow, you're earning your wings as an official Robin, too bad I won't be there to see it but never mind that. Damian, if it were any other kid I would have said that you wouldn't understand, but as we all know, you aren't the most normal child, in reality none of the Batchildren are but that makes us special.

I'm going on a vacation, a permanent one, to visit my parents. You probably already know what I'm talking- err I mean writing about, you've always been one to always get things pretty quickly. Well, like father like son. I just wanted to say Lil' D, I love you, and if it ever feels like you're alone and everyone's ignoring you, just know that I'm always with you, in your heart, if you ever cry I'll be there, next to you, hugging you, even if you won't be able to see me.

-Lots of Love Richard John Grayson

Deceased: Today

"Step on it" Damian ordered, leaning forwards onto the dashboard of the Batmobile, clutching the thin strands of his own hair as he clutched his head. The father looked over at the child "Wha-" "I said Step. On. It" The newest Robin cut him off, glaring at his parent.

Bruce gladly obliged

In record time they got to Blüdhaven, and to Dick's apartment in which Batman parked the Batmobile in the alley next to the building before the two climbed onto the building next to the apartment. The window was locked. Robin glared at the piece of glass separating him and his older brother, with an animalistic growl he jumped to the window and gripped the windowsill, punching the crystal into clear pieces that scattered across the floor.

Jumping into the apartment of the eldest they started looking through the rooms, seeing the state of Dick's living space, it worried them, Richard was never this messy. "Grayson!" Damian called out into the lifeless space of the room, there was one room left, the youngest started pounding his fists on the wooden surface of his bedroom door. "Grayson! Richard! Dick... Dick!"

Bruce pulled Damian back before ramming the door, one the door was dented, two the wall around the door started cracking, it was on it's last hinges , three. The door was finally open. The duo ran in, seeing the eldest laying on the bed, the blankets were all on the edge of the bed, some already starting to fall off onto the floor. The Caped Crusader went to Dick's side, sitting down on the mattress with Damian standing in front of him, he gently placed Richard's head on his lap.

The raven haired billionaire felt around the Flying Grayson's neck, trying to get Richard's pulse, to no avail. There was no pulse. Tears leaked out of his eyes, he stared at the first Robin in guilt. Damian saw that he hadn't found a pulse, rushing forwards himself to desperately look for something but his wrist was snatched by his father. "Nononononono, there has to be something, anything"

He struggled against Batman's grip, in denial, his parent looked up at the bird with tears in his eyes before said bird fell to his knees. His emerald eyes were filled with sorrow as he silently mourned, "Why?" He sobbed, "WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO US GRAYSON, YOU-YOU fool....." he yelled out "why didn't you ask for help? Why didn't you come to us?"

"He did Damian" Bruce informed, also crying "but we never noticed, all those times he called and we were about to answer but Timothy or Barbara or someone from the team.... they rejected it" he realised "But I can't blame it all on them, I'm a terrible father"

Damian rushed forward and hugged Grayson's lifeless body, it was cold, unlike him, he was filled with warmth and happiness, when he would be hugged by the young adult it would always be warm, comforting, reliable. Now all of that is reduced to a cold, sad, rotting corpse, he could feel his father wrapping his arms around his small frame.

Sobs racked both their frames as they mourned over the eldest son. Dick Grayson.

It didn't have to end this way