Jason,

Your funeral was yesterday. It was…it was really nice, Jase. The League and the Team gave us flowers to put on your grave for them, since the funeral was for family only. All of them were different, so your coffin ended up looking better than Wayne Gardens. Alfred was jealous. So jealous he was crying…God, Jase, you're making this hard to write.

Bruce spoke at your funeral. It was one of the best speeches he ever gave. I got it on tape so I could put it next to you when you were buried, and I did, but in case you never hear it, it starts with "Jason Todd, one of the bravest men I know" and ended with "I'm going to miss my son. I love you, Jason." You would have cried. Barbara did. We all agreed that you are a man. Your one of the best men we know. We agreed that your part of our family. You're a Wayne. It's on the head stone and everything.

Your rooms exactly the same as it was before you were killed. Your beds a wreck, your desk is covered in old files from previous missions, and your books are organized randomly in a circle where you sat and read when you could. Every day, Alfred walks in, lays the breakfast you should have eaten that day on the table at the end of the bed, and walks out, leaving the door open. He seems sad when he does it, but he always manages a smile as he walks into the kitchen. He never says where he took that food, but we find him putting it in the garbage and bringing another tray up before lunch every day since you died.

You know, Jason, there are so many questions haunting my mind since you died. The number one being; Why you? Why couldn't I have died in your place? Why couldn't I save you!? This is all my fault. Bruce says it's his, Babs says it's hers, but in all reality, it's all me. I couldn't save you. I couldn't do anything to help, and you know what? Your dead right now, and its all my fault.

I'm sorry I failed you Jason. I hope I see you again one day. Even if it's not doing what we do best.

Forever your brother,

Dick.

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