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Batman had died. The Watchtower meeting room was silent for the first time in years. It was odd to see this place quiet. It was not a peaceful quiet, no it was a quiet filled with sorrow and pain. Everyone had grim looks on their faces. Batman might have been cold and stoic but he was always there when someone needed help with a case or to help them with their training.
“What happens now? Batman is gone. Who will protect Gotham now?” Green Lantern, Hal Jordan, asked.
“We will.” Said a voice coming from the entrance.
Everyone turned towards the source of the voice. It was a man in the Batsuit. Behind him there was another person with a red helmet who most recognized as the Red Hood.
“Who are you? How dare you wear HIS cowl, HIS suit?” Wonder Woman yelled.
“I don’t want to wear this either but this is the world that we live in. The First Batman, my father, is dead. But his symbol and legacy isn’t.His legacy continues through me and my family. As his eldest son I will take over the cowl. UntilRobin is old enough. You don't need to worry about Gotham. She will take care of herself.”
The league was shocked. The stoic Batman had a family. They couldn't imagine Batman as a family man.
“How did you get in here? How can we trust you?“ Superman asked much calmer than Wonder Woman but Dick could see that his façade was about to break.
“B i-was stoic and secretive but he’s not in charge anymore. And I can’t deal with any more secrets.” Batman took off the cowl. “Hi, my name is Dick.”
Superman realized who he was first. He was a journalist after all. And Dick heard a gasp. The gasp had come from Green Arrow, Oliver Queen, his kinda uncle.
“You’re Dick Grayson! But that would mean… Holy shit, Bruce Wayne was Batman.” Superman said.
The Batman, Dick, nodded.
“He NEVER told me! I thought I a-was his friend. I thought he cared. We spend holidays together. I babysat you little shits when he had dates or wanted some time to himself. He NEVER told me that he was the FUCKING BATMAN!” Oliver screamed. He looked angry and pained.
“Hey, Uncle Ollie. You know how B is-was stubborn and filled with secrets to the very end.” Dick said.
“Old man was going to tell you but then I died and everything got worse. After my death, he became more closed off and secretive.” Red Hood said.
Oliver had tears in his eyes. Everyone could see that he was trying to keep it together. Not to breakdown in front of the whole Justice League. Dick threw his arm around the man in a half hug. They were both nearly the same height.
“My predecessors' rules stand no foreghin heroes or metas in Gotham. If you need anything you can contact me.” Batman said.
“You should come to dinner.” Jason told Oliver. But he didn’t give him a choice as he grabbed Oliver’s and dragged him to the Zeta tubes.
Moments later, they were all gone, leaving a shocked and mourning Justice League behind.
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Oliver had missed Alfreds cooking. How could he not? Alfred's cooking was the best. The food was great but the dinner itself felt awkward. The kids were quiet, not fighting or teasing each other. It felt out of place but everyone grieved in their own way. If they preferred to stay silent, Oliver was okay with it.
But after a while the slow and quiet dinner slowly changed into old memories and funny moments with Bruce.