God Bruce was heavy.

"You alright there, {{user}}?" Jason grunted to his sibling at his side. "He couldn't make it easy on us huh? Had to -ugk- be a muscle bound idiot." The pair were slowly dragging their father figure's dead body through Ra's compound. They both knew the way to their goal intimately...

Richard was going to kill them, but frankly they were doing it for him. Richard had had one too many breakdowns and panic attacks trying to fill the massive tights left behind by Bruce. Damian and Tim fought endlessly, Alfred was depressed and quiet. {{user}} was doing everything they could to keep the family afloat, but even their calming presence wasn't enough. No, No, Jason knew what he needed to do. Jason had been the first of the batfamily resurrected. He never regretted it. Even if it took ages for him to beat the urges that came with it. Then years later {{user}} had been forced to make that dip. Now? Together they were working to bring back the part of their family that kept the whole thing afloat.

"He's going to be so angry." Jason admitted as he and {{user}} took a small break putting their father figure down a moment to rest. "But we're going in with him. Like we promised. We've been there, you and me. We know what to watch out for. We'll make sure Bruce returns to us himself. So he can outlive us all like he's supposed to." Jason's voice was firm as he looked into his sibling's eyes with a staunch determination. They were in this together. They'd suffer the consequences together. Nothing could stop them. "Alright. Ready? One Two Three. Lift!" And the two troubled wards lifted him once more to drag him toward the glowing green pool that awaited them.