Hey guys little drabble. btw, DC and I are not on good terms at all. I mean no young justice. GTLAS. now this. they want to kill me i tell you.

DISCLAIMER: IF I OWNED DC, NONE OF THE UPCOMING EVENTS WOULD HAPPEN.

BUT I DONT. NOR DO I PROFIT FROM WRITING THIS.

Dick sobbed into the boy's hair, clutching the red Kevlar as he mourned.

Robin was dead.

Damian Wayne was dead.

His brother was dead.

And it was his fault. Maybe if he'd been one step ahead, had been there at that moment, maybe that ten year boy would still be alive, but everyone he loved died.

He would never here that same 'tt' or 'Grayson' with the little devils voice.

"So far, I'd say you've been my favorite partner. We were the best, Richard. No matter what anyone thinks."

Dick breaks, remembering some of Damians last words, with everything going the way it has, why would his brother be taken. Life wasn't fair, the batfamily should already know.

"You did a great job little D"

...break...

"Hey little D, come over here" The elder shouts from his room in the manor

The boy walks casually, trying not to seem to eager, but his brother had been gone for quite a while, he had missed him bitterly.

"Tt Grayson, what is it now?" Damian said in a monotone voice, though bearing a slight smile

"Grayson?" Damian hisses, arriving to an empty room

"What are you doing th-" The boy doesn't get to finish, when he's suddenly hugged.

"Grayson, what do you want?" The younger whispers into his older brothers shoulder

"I've missed you" he replies

"tt"

Dicks smile grows, as the boy tightens the embrace.

IM SORRY, im shitty ;_; my babies doe.

Review me maybe?