So many killed.

So many gone.

So many voices.

So many corpses.

So much death.

So much blood.

So much tears.

So much agony.

He lies there alone.

In the rain.

Blood pouring.

Trying to protect.

Trying to convince.

To no avail.

He lies there alone.

He was there just a moment ago.

Now he is gone.

Gone.

Gone away.

Gone to a better place.

Gone with no one.

Gone wanting to live with both.

Not wanting to choose.

The choice of one made the other turn.

He has gone to Heaven.

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Damian opened his eyes, sitting up and looking around. Titus was sleeping on his bed as Damian got out of bed. Heading towards his closet and getting dressed. Forward to the main door outside, inputting the code as to not let the alarm go off. No one around, just him being awake before them all. He walks outside, looking at the cloudy sky. The clouds part letting the sun beam through, Damian walks to a lone tree. Looking at the sky. Soon they arrive, Dick, Jason, Tim, Stephanie, Cassandra, Duke, Alfred, Bruce and Barbara stay by his side enjoying the sky. No such Hell could replicate the beauty of nature like this.

If Damian believed it hard enough, then they could truly be here.

But Hell does that to you.

It gives you happiness.

It makes you feel safe.

Just a small moment.

Up until it breaks.

Until it's gone and left in sorrow.

Faced with punishment.