31 hours before Dick's suicide

Richard hesitantly gripped his phone, wondering if he should actually try doing what he was thinking about. 'I owe it to them, it'll be the last time I see them all face to face, might as well have a good time' he concluded to himself, mustering up the courage to type the text before sending into the group chat where all the generations of Robins would briefly talk.

Bird's Nest

Dick:
Hey, it's been a while since the batclan had a reunion
meet up at the old pizza place at 20:00?

Jason:
Is Bruce going to be there?

Dick:
Nope, just Robins

Jason:
Fine, I'm down

Damian:
Tt, why should I waste my time eating that disgusting filth
around your presences?

Dick:
I didn't say we were going to eat there little D,
it's just a meeting spot

Damian:
Mother obligated me to join you imbeciles, I'll speak with you there

Tim:
No

Dick:
Please Timmy, it's important

Tim:
No

Dick:
Timmy, there's going to be coffee

Tim:
Count me out

Grayson chuckled at their responses, his brother's responses had become predictable over time with how well he knew each younger sibling but they never ceased to amuse him. Though a heavy pit still resided from Timothy's rejection he tried to cheer himself up with the thought of his other brothers being there. He turned off his phone and looked out of his window, it was 5:30 in the afternoon already and with how long it normally takes to get to Gotham he knew he had to start getting ready but he allowed himself one moment to just think. To make sure that he wanted this.

'Yes, I've never wanted anything more in my life' he confirms his own unspoken question, with a sad smile he gets up and starts getting dressed for his —hopefully— last reunion with most of his closest family.

He knew the other two were going to ask why they were asked there but when he told them he just wanted to have a good time they'd come to peace with it after they start having fun. As he finished slipping on his clothing —that would definitely return completely wrecked from the wrath of his siblings— he looked over at his phone, picking it up gently and tucking it into his front pocket, his wallet with his ID, cash and credit was stored in his other front pocket, along with his house, car keys, and Nightwing mask. His wing dings were hidden in his boots, and his escrima sticks were underneath his shirt, on his back. He walked out of his apartment, closing the door behind him and locking up, he was on autopilot as he thought about his brothers.

    Going over to his car he opened up the driver's seat, and sat down, closing the door and pushing the key in the admission he then started driving. After a while of driving towards his destination he finally passed by the Gotham sign, welcoming him to the darkest place on the planet.  He hummed a tune, singing to himself quietly, as if something in the car would be startled by the sad lyrics slipping through his lips naturally, though he knew that if someone was listening they would be in tears.

26 hours before Dick's suicide

   Getting to the pizza place he got out of the car and looked up at the sign of the restaurant "Omni's pizza" it read, the place reeked of grease, and disgusting ingredients, they weren't going to eat there but it's the best place to meet. He looked at his wrist watch, it read 19:50, he was slightly early since there was no traffic on the way there, strangely.

A tut sounded through the entrance as a young boy with green eyes appeared next to him, the boy wore a green jacket, a black shirt with a yellow belt that secretly held his weapons, black leggings, and boots. "Are we really staying to eat at this establishment Grayson?" Damian questioned, turning up his nose at the place that reeked with junk food. The older brother chuckled at the younger.

"No Little D, this is just a meeting place for the three of us." Dick reassured him, planning to go somewhere near an arcade than here. He walked over to the wall, and leaned against it, crossing his arms as he watched for the second oldest's arrival.

"Hey Dickie bird." He heard a familiar voice greet, the youngest and oldest turned to see Jason with his white streak, black leather jacket, jeans, red shirt, and boots. "So, why are we here?" The question that Dick was honestly waiting to hear, he already planned his response.

Dick Grayson shrugged "I just have some news that I wanted to share with the Robin Clan." He waved off the question nonchalantly, it was unlike him to not be enthusiastic but the other two brothers decided to not comment on that particular detail.

"What news? That you're retiring?" Jason asked sarcastically "If so, I want your escrisma sticks." He claimed the oldest bat's main weapon. Dick chuckled, not at the fact that he wanted them —he knew Jason was bound to want one of his weapons, and the second eldest was dying to own his escrima sticks— but it was ironic that he was going to get his wish soon, he'll make it happen.

"Not exactly." The eldest teased Jason whom raised an eyebrow, he started walking, guiding them to his car before opening the door for Dami to get in. "Let's go somewhere to eat, I know that neither have you have eaten anything by now. I'll explain there."

25 hours before Dick's suicide

The three boys had just been seated, and an argument about what the best type of ice cream is raged on, Dami stayed firm in his opinion about pistachio being the best flavor while Jason said that the classic rocky road was the preferred out of every person on earth, but Dick disagreed with both, and argued that cotton candy was the most delicious. The other two already knew it was because cotton candy was one of the most sugary versions of the sweet treat but the eldest didn't want to admit to it.

   In the middle of Damian defending his argument a waitress came to the table "Hello, welcome to cheesecake factory,  how may I take your order?" She asked politely, her ginger hair with dyed yellow tips made her hair resemble fire. Dick could already tell that Jason was going to try, and flirt with her, and before the second oldest could he had already stepped in.

  "May we please have a lemonade for me, a water for the youngest, and a coca cola for the one with the white strand in his hair." Dick ordered in a gentle tone, eyeing Jason in the corner of his eye, his eyes saying to not do what he knows he is thinking of doing.

  "Ah, anything else Mr. Grayson?" The woman asked, Richard looked back at the girl, and read her name tag, Rachel. He raised an eyebrow at Rachel with a smirk, she mirrored his expression, though hers was much more mischievous.

  "Maybe your phone number would be nice." He replied to her, and with a wink of an eye Rachel walked away, a blush coating her cheeks, and  swinging her hips in their direction. Dick tore his eyes away immediately, not wanting to be disrespectful, even though he knew that he knew he was supposed to be acting like a playboy like Bruce had raised him to act. The thing is he had always hated acting like that, and he swore never to do it after he left the nest but being called Grayson unexpectedly triggered the old way he used to have to act.

  "What was that golden boy?" Jason asked, curious as to why he flirted for the first time in what seemed like forever, he knew about the promise he had made to himself after he started his new life as Nightwing in Bludhaven. Besides, Jason did it to play around with people, it wasn't like he actually had any feelings for the people he flirted with.

  "Yeah Grayson, what was that?" Damian repeated in a colder tone, though still laced with confusion. Dick looked at the table with a sigh, closed his eyes, and rubbed the bridge of his nose between his fingers with a shrug. With that motion both brothers immediately that he didn't mean to do it, and that he was embarrassed from the cation in the first place.

  Damian, and Jason locked eyes, and nodded with a mutual agreement in mind, keep his mind off of what just happened. While they did that Dick was in his head thinking about how he shouldn't have done that, and how he should be ashamed of his own existence.

  "So it is safe to say pistachio is the best flavor-" Damian asked but was cut off by Jason. "In your dreams pipsqueak! Rocky road is the best, and you can't change my mind!" He exclaimed, leaning forwards on the table to get closer to the youngest's face, and both winked at each other discreetly on the side that Dick couldn't see.

  Richard smiled, and rolled his eyes jokingly, leaving the subject of his embarrassment until he got home to harass himself with. "i'm telling you both, it's cotton candy." He insisted, both heads snapped to him with looks of disbelief on their faces before glancing at each other one last time, leaning back on their chairs, and huffing. With this Grayson started to laugh at their antics, one by one the other two joining in the laughter.

If you walked past this table you would see Dick Grayson smiling genuinely as he calmed himself from the laughing fit, wiping the tears of happiness from his face. Jason Todd still howling with laughter, almost falling off of his chair, and Damian smiling at both of his older siblings.

Then Jason accidentally fell off of his chair making the table burst out of laughter again. For the rest of the night they hung out, joking around, and laughing for the first time, even if the empty hole of the one missing did make them slightly sad, they tried to move past that, and act like what they are, brothers.

Little did the two youngest brothers know that their world was about to be shattered into pieces in a day. Little did the eldest know that he was about to commit the greatest mistake of his life with no regret until after the deed would be done. Now that you know this, looking at that table now would be more heartbreaking than anything else in the world.

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The two boys had enjoyed their time with their oldest brother, as much as they both hated to admit the fact.

That's why Jason was so confused when they had been called a day after their hangout, where he had been greeted by a sad smile from Alfred as he led him to the batcave where Tim, and him had received a letter each with a heartbroken gaze from Damian, a confused one from Tim that mirrored his, and a hardened expression from Bruce.

"Why am I here?" Jason asked the two adults, not even trying to shift the blame onto Damian after their bonding moment when they were at the restaurant. That day they had grown to be like actual brothers - which Dick's help of course. "And if I'm here then why the hell is he here too? He doesn't deserve to stand next to me after what he did to the golden boy." He knew that his demands seemed petty but the fact that Tim Drake was childish enough to ignore the one time they actually get together just because of a little secret made Jason angry, and with good reason.

He knew how seclusion from your loved ones felt, and he didn't want Dick to feel the same thing he felt after his resurrection. Not only was it because he didn't want anyone to go through the same pain as he did but it was also because Dick was one of the only people, if not the only person who made the change bearable.

  "The letter is very important, I'd rather you be around us when you read it." Bruce said, but with the most emotionless voice he had ever heard from the adult, not like he cared, looking around he didn't spot the infamous Dick Grayson, that meant that this wasn't important. At least important enough to invite the eldest, which means it isn't important at all, it's probably another argument about his behavior as an anti hero.

Jason looked down at the letter with his eyebrow raised "I came all this way for a measly piece of paper." he scoffed, holding it up "Call me when it's actually important Bruce" he went to walk out of the cave until Damian started forwards and gripped onto his arm, the youngest's nimble fingers held him in a tight grip.

"Please. Read it." Damian's voice shook as he begged, and his tone was laced with what could only be described as sorrow, mourning, desperation. Jason didn't like hearing those words from the most recent Robin. Jason eyed Dami with a worried look, he just wanted to be the big brother he secretly was, and hug the small child, Drake be damned.

   He looked down at the envelope and scanned it, looking for any indication of what it might contain, the only clue was a stamp, and a neatly written Jason lay on the surface. 'Wait, that's Dick's handwriting' he thought to himself.

"Fine" he muttered, breaking the silence that draped over the room as if it were a thick blanket, he gently turned the paper around, and opened it swiftly, used to opening them from the countless letters that he had already received from the eldest. Whenever he would argue that sending an email would be more convenient Dick would just claim it was for the 'aesthetic'. So he would follow along.

Jay almost snorted at the memory, almost. He unfolded the card addressed to him by the golden boy, and started scanning the letter with a fast pace.

Dear Jason Todd

Hey Jason, I know it might be confusing as to why you're receiving this letter from me even though we hung out around 24 hours ago, something can't go wrong in that period of time, right? Well, it didn't, it's more of a happy thing, for me at least, you just might not get that until you're older.

  To put it simply, if you're reading this then I'm probably dead, and before you ask Bruce how in the hell did he kill me, don't, I'll answer that now. You know that after the invasion everyone ws pissed at me but that was all the information you really received which isn't much to be honest. You also didn't get the full details of the consequences of my freakishly stupid action.

To put it simply so I don't waste your time even more than I already have after the invasion everyone was angry with me except for you, Dami, and Alfred, everyone else practically saw me as dead to them, which I don't blame them for. Bruce banned me from going to the batcave or calling him in general, the team hated me, the Justice League didn't care, the team voted me pff of being team leader so that left me alone, To my demons.

And I wasn't strong enough.

That's why you don't see me there, and if you do just discreetly put me out of my misery, pull the plug, put a bullet in my head, I don't care. I'll be waiting for you, with my parents so when it's your turn you can finally meet them, the famous Flying Graysons. Then we can be a family, and slowly but surely we'll expand.

P.S. You can have my escrima sticks

-Lots of love Richard John Grayson

Deceased; today

The dried tear marks on the paper told Jason what he needed to know, he was crying while writing this, or those were his own tears hitting the paper, and quickly drying, he couldn't tell. He looked up at Bruce with a furious glare. "You did this!" He yelled at Batman who only stood there with an emotionless expression as he looked down at Jason with cold eyes. "You killed him you-you neglective rich whore father!"

Jason was sure he couldn't even see what was in front of him from his blurry vision from all the water escaping from his blue eyes, and even if he could see, all he could see was red from anger, and even though he was furious he couldn't muster up any more intent to yell at Bruce Wayne, all he could do is take a step forward.

Skin hitting skin is heard, Jason feels a sting on the back of his hand, and a red mark on Bruce's face, he didn't feel any regret at the action, instead he knew he should've been proud of himself but he couldn't feel that either. He only felt more sadness, more pain as he sobbed, he buried his face into his hands, and wiped all the tears off of his face. 'You can cry later Todd.' He sneered at himself.

   He looked over at Damian whom was also shaking in sorrow at their recent loss, but he couldn't bring it in himself to show weakness. 'I guess he read his too.' Jason thought but locking his eyes with Damian's he knew that he was the first person to discover his body, or at least one of the first. He knew he wouldn't come back from that.

  Taking a deep breath to compose himself he marched over to Damian, scooped him up in his arms, letting the small child bury his face into the now oldest's neck. It felt so wrong to refer to himself as the oldest, he remembered that before he used to hate that Grayson was the oldest but now the title felt so wrong now that he felt disgusted by the way he earned the title.

  He walked over to the elevator, not even looking back to meet Bruce's heartbroken eyes, or Timothy's regretful expression, they both deserved it. He could feel Alfred's presence in the elevator, and he heard the butler press the button to go up into the manor. Damian shift in his arms to get more comfortable.

  Then when the doors opened in the manor Jason turned around, and hugged the old man with one hand silently, telling him that he also shared his sorrow before leaving the elevator, and running up with Damian into Grayson's old bedroom. When they entered he shut the door, and locked it, gingerly placing Dami down into the deceased's bed sheets, and breaking down.

The sobs, and hiccups coming from both brothers were heartbreaking, Damian surged forwards, and hugged Jason in a tight grip, his face finding a place in the older's shirt. The anti hero froze before returning the hug, crying with him too. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Grayson, I'm sorry Dick!" Damian hiccuped between his sobs.

Jason pulled back with a lost expressing, tears running down his cheeks like the youngest's, he held Damian's face in his large hands, wiping away the tears even though he knew they wouldn't stop for a while, and corrected him, sniffling out the words. "We-we're sorry Dick!" Before embracing each other once again, mourning Dick Grayson.

  To think that both of them were seen a mere 24 hours ago laughing, and smiling with a brother by their side, and now they were crying, sobbing, a bird missing, and asking themselves why.