"We're all dressed differently" Damian pointed out as he started walking again, dragging his feet to make the walk to his own bedroom door slower, knowing it was up next and assuming it'd be the end for him. 
"We arrive in the clothes that held our most precious moments. For you, Robin. For me, I was half dressed as Red Hood after patrol. It was when I finally realized I had a family again" Jason explained with a sad but soft smile, ruffling the boy's spiky hair. 
"Drake?" Damian asked curious. 
"The outfit he wore the day he was given the Wayne name" Jason easily answered, nodding towards Timothy's door and showing the boy was here already. 
"Cain? Brown? E-Everyone else?" Damian started to blurt out, needing to know just how many of them were here the whole time. 
"You'll have to ask or see for yourself. They're all somewhere about the manor. We can't leave. We can collect the next person once it's time and walk them to the manor doors" Jason answered with a small grin, nudging the young boy. 


Meanwhile... 

Nightwing found himself stumbling his landing onto a certain rooftop that a certain baby bat had loved. His eyes scanning for the smaller body that he knew wouldn't be here. 
"Robin's were meant to fly, not fall. They were born to be bright, not stained as blood" Dick choked out, tears pouring from his eyes as he stared out to the view that no longer seemed as beautiful as it did before. 
No criminals dared to step out that night, that week, that month. Not when Nightwing's heart breaking sobs echoed throughout the city as he searched for his lost birds and bats, desperate to find them and bring them home. 
No rogue would survive a Nightwing that was no longer able to smile.
"I'm so sorry, My Robin's. I didn't teach you to fly high enough to escape deaths reach. I should never have given you those wings" Dick cried out, falling to his knees and clutching to his chest as he regretted the day he chose to become Robin. Blaming himself fall all the graves that had followed since he became the first child hero. 





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A/N: I'll give a quick explanation in case I am a terrible write and did this wrong. Or failed in hinting towards what I was going for. 
Damian died. 
Just as other love ones, friends or those kept close had died.
The rooftop was Damian waking up in the afterlife, travelling towards the gathered heaven spot. 
Jason had decided to be the one to collect him, walk the boy along the lonely and depressing route of one of the most safest all favoured/meaningful spot to the deceased. 
Hence the rooftop with Damian's favourite view and a rooftop that held great meaning to Damian in his own special way. 
The black strands in the corner of their eyes were the glimpse of Dick. Damian dressed as Robin from when Dick was his batman. Leaving him to always have Dick in the corner of his eyes. Even when Dick became nightwing, he'd always hover close by to Dick. So, the strands of hair would be what Damian would always see whenever he was around Dick, always knowing his brother/father was right beside him by the strands in the corner of his eyesight. 

Damian dies. 
He wants to go back but Jason knows that he can't.
Jason escorts Damian to the "manor" the bat's shared heaven.
Knowing that even if Damian tried to run away or escape from death, it'd just bring him straight back to where Jason had been walking him. Hence, even as Damian ran and swapped directions, he still ended up at the manor. 

I heard a story over the dead wearing their favourite outfit in heaven. You stay the age you die, stay the same appearance as when you die unless you die in an less than peaceful way. 
But you wear the outfit that you loved the most, felt a bond with the most, felt safe or comfortable in or an outfit connected to an important/beloved memory. 
Hence, Damian as Robin. 
Jason half dressed as Red Hood, not in full gear but dressed enough to be a bat while also standing as Jason. 

This is just a oneshot over Damian walking the path to the afterlife, Jason guiding him but not holding back from trying to run. Knowing death would just take them to where they're heading, no matter how much Damian tries to fight back. 
Jason just wants to catch another fallen bird, catch them and let them act out as long as needed. Knowing that not everyone can just happily accept the news and move on.
Jason makes sure no bird or bat wakes up alone and faces death alone .. never again. 

It's not really hinted much but everyone's bedroom holding their own favoured memory of the room is due to each bedroom being the person's own private heaven. Their more personal friends, family and love ones would be tucked away to be able to cross paths with them once more.
Leaving them all to have many different versions of heaven.