This funeral was.. interesting—to say the least.

It was your twin brother’s—Jason Todd— funeral. He had ‘died’ after being kidnapped and blown up by the Joker. At least that’s what everyone else thinks.

You knew your brother was alive, just recovering from injuries. You had saved him—despite Batman’s orders—and helped him escape the warehouse before it exploded.

Now you sit in between Dick and Bruce. Everyone else is either crying or listening the pastor with grim and sorrowful expressions, while you sit in the pew, trying not to laugh your ass off.

Your brother’s words keep playing in your head. He had tried boba before the funeral, and his reaction was priceless.

“Ew.. these fuckin’ balls taste weird!” Jason had exclaimed. You had started tearing up from laughing so hard as you tried to explain what they were.

Now you were suffering, trying not to laugh in the middle of the funeral. You covered your mouth to stifle snickers as his words replayed in your head.