He's sandwiched between two pieces of what used to be a warehouse. One is crushing his lungs, the air he can get is starting to be useless, internal bleeding already making most of his organs shut down. At least, he thinks, if he's going to die then he's going to die numb. He can't feel anything besides the slight pain in his head and the dribbling of blood past his lips. His body is broken and slowly he's coming to terms with his death. His mind still functioning, he knows he can't hope to escape the debris.

His mind goes back to Batman, happier times. He knows Bruce will be disappointed in him. He just wishes he could muster the words 'I'm sorry'. He wishes he could tell Bruce that it wasn't his fault, that he was sorry for being reckless. He wishes he could tell him that he loves him, that he was a great father. He wishes he could say all these things, but his mind is getting hazy and it's hard to focus on what's in front of him. He can smell smoke, he can hear ringing, but that's from the explosion itself.

The sound of some rocks sliding in the distance catches his ears, but then it goes silent again; hoping to be rescued has fallen with those last bits of sediment as Jason Todds eyes begin to glaze over. Everything is turning slightly white, like snow has fallen. He can hear someone's voice, telling him it's okay to let go now. It's not his mothers. It's female and gentle, like an angel. "You're done here."

He doesn't know how his thoughts can be heard, but he's struggling to stay above the water that seems to be swallowing him. 'Not yet….not yet….' He chants as he hears something far off in the distance of the whiteness. Things clear up once again, and the voice gets louder. Robin, someone is calling for Robin. But he can't think anymore of who it is and he's far too gone to hope to save another. It's then that the block of cement is removed from his chest.

And just as the white world engulfs him again, he sees the person he was hanging on for; though he wishes it wasn't with that face. With that broken face, those damp cheeks and the wail that Bruce lets out is the last thing he hears before the silence. Before it's all gone. He is standing there, watching Bruce pick up his broken body, just a shadow. His lips part to say something but he suddenly realizes that the other won't be able to hear him, so he settles for gliding over and wrapping his arms around the man he could call father. "It's okay…" He wishes Batman could hear him. He wishes he could feel his embrace. And almost as if he does, Bruce waits for Jason to release him before walking with the corpse of his son.

The voice of that angel reaches him again, "It's okay….to close your eyes now." Jason takes another second to watch Bruce walk away before he relaxes and slowly closes his eyes, feeling as if the water has finally completely engulfed him, floating, and finally…nothing.