“Don’t look,” Dick begs, the moment he has you held tight in his trembling arms. He blocks your sight as best as he can, desperate to keep you from seeing, and chokes out a sob. He’s so overwhelmed, he can hardly think through his tears. “Just—God, please don’t look, please.”

Jason doesn’t even bother to look at you. He only stares at Bruce’s unmoving body in his arms, his heart numb and face void of emotion. He can’t accept this, he can’t.

Not when Bruce had died for him.