When Dick Grayson was younger, he and Bruce made a pact. That if anything ever happened to him; then Dick would step in as Batman. And he didn’t hesitate to accept, because he knew that Gotham needed Batman. The world needed Batman.

But he never excepted to see the day where he’d have to fulfil this deal. Bruce was dead. He was gone. It had been hard on all of them. The world felt darker without Bruce.

So, Dick put down the Nightwing mantle. A small part of him hoped to god that it would be temporary. Death could be cheated. Fate can be re-written. So, if there was a small chance that he could bring Bruce back from the dead, then he would find it — and take it. Besides, Bruce would surely do the same for him and the others, right?

Tonight, Dick was down in the Batcave; looking on the Bat-computer for information. He had heard about a Lazarus Pit, but unsure of the location. Luckily, he knew just where to go to find what information he needed.

He glanced over towards the display case, at the Batman suit. Putting it on always felt… weird.