The rain in Gotham doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping, but Jason's funeral preparations need to be prepared in a hurry.

Alfred looked at the piece of paper with the epitaph in his hand, and on it were only these two words—ally and partner.

"Master Bruce, are there only these two words engraved on Master Jason's tombstone?"

Alfred asked, uncertain.

“....... Hmmm"

It took a long time for the man to answer the question in a single tone.

“... It may be a lot of trouble for me, but if you're willing to engrave the word 'son' on it, I think Master Jason will be very happy. ”

Those two words are not enough to describe the relationship between Bruce and Jason, and although the child is not officially legally registered like Dick, his relationship with Bruce is more like that of a father and son.

Jason has never had a complete family, has not experienced the warmth and love of his parents, and has never been exposed to a normal father role, for whom Bruce is his only "father". Although he came to Wayne Manor late, Jason was like a young chick that had just come out of the shell, consciously or unconsciously learning Bruce's every movement, the way he spoke and his attitude, the angle of thinking about problems and the way to solve problems. He trusted and loved Bruce, and perhaps the word Robin was the highest honor for that kid.

“.... Nope."

Alfred waited patiently for almost a century, but the final result was only a negative answer.

"I'm not qualified for that"

The answer that followed stopped all the lines that Alfred had prepared to persuade, and at last the old man simply opened his mouth and said:

“....... As you wish, sir."

Alfred exited his study to send the person who carved the tombstone what needed to be carved.

Pulling out the phone from his arms, he thought with some annoyance who was so ignorant, and when he saw the name of the caller, he calmed down his anger a little and answered the phone.

"Old man, I know it's a bit out of place right now, but someone from the bank called and asked, what should I do with the child's account?"

The caller was Lucius, who had a good relationship with Alfred, and although he knew that the timing was a bit inappropriate at the moment, he had to ask.

Responsible for managing Bruce. The guy in Wayne's personal property sly refused to call Bruce, and he, who could barely be considered the head, had to be the first to do it. Jason's parents are dead, and there is no other guy who can prove that they are related, but according to Bruce's request, every week there will be a large amount of money from Bruce's private account to Jason's account, plus Lucius has been helping to take care of it, the amount in it is not small, so I have to ask what to do with this account.

Alfred glanced at the closed wooden door of the study, then thought for a moment and said:

"Business as usual"

“... Are you sure, old man? ”

"Hmm"

“.. All right! ”

Alfred took it upon himself to take the lead for Bruce, knowing that even if he asked the man, he would get the answer.

The tombstone was soon carved, and the continuous rain finally showed signs of stopping. Finally, on the day of Jason's burial, Gotham revealed a rare sunny day.

The funeral was so simple that it was just the Wayne family and Clark, and Barbara really had no reason not to come.

The coffin was placed into the grave by the staff, and the soil was slowly poured in, and because of the recent rains, the dry soil was brought in from other places. Compared to the height around the tomb, the dry new soil stood out a little, and the staff explained to Alfred that the soil would settle on its own after a few rains.

Everything went on in order, without reporters or any other surprises.

After the staff had placed the tombstone, Bruce left, and Clark followed, worried about Bruce, and Alfred flowed down to stand a short distance away with Dick.

Dick looked at the brand-new tombstone, which read Jason. Todd's name.

Everybody knows Bruce. Wayne's adopted son, Jason. Todd is dead, and he is kidnapped and murdered in the war between the Joker and Batman. The news was released by Bruce himself. It's better to make up a perfect lie yourself than to let someone else make up an outrageous lie, especially since Jason and Bruce are sensitive to their identities.

Allies and partners, this is the sum of the boy's life. But who knows?

Who will people talk about? Is it the poor boy who was lucky enough to be the richest adopted son of Gotham Baby, but was defeated by fate?

Or the wonder boy who follows Batman and goes around every night to solve Gotham's criminals?

Who would have known that the boy who was envied with hatred worked hard every day to learn those technical terms that he did not understand at all.

And how many people will know that the boy used a real bomb to practice in order to force himself to dismantle the bomb to improve his ability?

What will people talk about him? Talk about where he goes to spend every day? What bought? Have you ever found a girlfriend? Guessing what kind of attitude he will have towards life as the adopted son of Gotham Baby?

Or will they talk about what case he solved today? And what skills have you learned? How much has the level of dart throwing improved?

Jason. Todd is Bruce. Wayne's adopted son, but there is no title of adopted son on the tombstone; Robin is Batman's ally and companion, but there is no mention of Batman and Robin on the tombstone.

Who is buried under this land? Whose grave is this?

Dick looked at Jason's tombstone and fell into a trance, the real existence of this child in the world that no one ever knew.

The sky that had finally cleared up in the morning began to overcast again, and the thunder once again stirred at the junction of the sky and the clouds.

Soon the wind came and brought the smell of water, and a storm was about to fall on the land again.

Alfred held up his umbrella, still not bothering Dick.

Dick stood in front of the tombstone, looked at the frozen name on the tombstone, and let the rain pour it through.

"Ah, my prophecy is right, you still haven't grown Barbara at all, Barbara has 1.70"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of the rain was so loud that Dick couldn't even hear his own voice clearly, and the rain kept flowing down the hair that had already attached to his face.

"However, you're right, I'm only five centimeters taller than Barbara, I haven't grown for a long time, and probably won't grow any longer....."

A bolt of lightning streaked across the distant sky, illuminating the dimly lit graveyard, and Dick reached out his finger and touched the rain-washed tombstone as if he had rubbed the boy's hair before.

"Master Dick"

Behind Dick came the old man's worried voice.

“.… I'm fine, Ah Fu."

"I know, it's just that the thunderclouds are moving this way"

The old man insisted that this was high ground, and the surrounding area was empty, and it was very dangerous to be in such a place during a thunderstorm.

Dick looked at the approaching thunderclouds, and the loud thunder was particularly evident in the noisy rain. Eventually, Dick opened the long box he had been holding in his hand. It was his birthday present for Jason this year—an unfinished long stick that was expected to have the same electric shock effect as his double sticks, but it wasn't necessary.

The stick was inserted next to the tombstone, and the rain-soaked soil easily inserted it:

"Good night, little wings"