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Dick panted as he watched his brother closely, they had been fighting for nearly half an hour and though both were pushing their limits, neither wanted to be the first to give in. He could see the younger male’s shoulders heaving as he too, tried to catch his breath. This was stupid, it was pointless and it would end the same as it always did— with no winner and Jason still not understanding how Dick felt.

Jason couldn’t remember why they were fighting any more. He was sure it was something stupid—something Dick did, but as he wiped the blood from his mouth, he didn’t think it was important. It was a matter of pride, about proving who was better; stronger. At least to Jason it was.  It was about proving himself and showing Dick he was more than a failed replacement.

The two continued to lunge and swing at each other, the loud, cacophony of sirens and shrieks from the Gotham streets muffled and dull by the time the sounds reached them. They were too high up and everything was muffled by the sound of the birds’ pulses, pounding in their ears.

It was a slip, a second miscalculation, but it was enough for Jason to connect one final blow. They had been too close to the edge to begin with, or maybe the Red Hood had more fight left than he thought; maybe Nightwing was lighter than he remembered. But the kick threw Dick back, he fumbled, couldn’t catch his footing and then Jason was watching, just watching as the boy he wanted to be toppled back over the edge of one of Gotham’s many towers.

His whole body shook, trying his best to keep his grip, but it was too much. Jason was exhausted from the fight, too much so, to pull Dick back over the edge. Likewise, the older couldn’t find the strength in his numbing limbs to hoist himself up to safety. It was an accident. He never wanted this.. Dick wasn’t supposed to die.

“J-just give me a second, Dickiebird.. ngh.. You’ll live to flip another day..” Maybe it was the guilt that led him to think so positively, that it was going to be okay, because Jason couldn’t think of this ending any other way; because it had to be alright. Dick was the golden boy, the original; he was everything good in this world that Jason knew he would never be.  That’s what the younger hated about him, that something he wanted but accepted he would never achieve.

Dick knew better.

“..It’s okay, Jay…” He smiled; that idiot was always smiling.

“No, it’s not! Are you an idiot?” Nightwing sighed, his dark domino torn long ago so that his brother could see the clear, blue of his eyes.

“Jason.” He began in a serious tone and then, as if reconsidering, it softened.  “You’re shaking… neither of us has the strength. We both know how this is going to end.” The aforementioned man grit his teeth, not wanting to believe it.

“No. It doesn’t have to be..! It doesn’t have to end thi—“

“Will you look after them for me? Tim and Damian, I mean.” His eyes were sad, regretting that he wouldn’t be there to do it himself and Jason couldn’t help the quickening of his heart. Dick couldn’t think like that.. he.. but he was right, and this was his fault. The least he could do was make it up to the older any way he could. “I know you don’t get along with them all that well, and they can be difficult, but they’re good kids… they just need someone who will understand.. you understand better than anyone, don’t you Jay?” Nightwing smiled, it was sad, but like everything else about the man, it was genuine. Jason nodded, not knowing what else to say. He could feel his arm going numb as the weight pulled at his shoulder, the feeling slowly traveling down to his fingers.

“Good.. And Bruce, he’s always so hard on himself.. tell him.. tell him he was a great father. That he gave me everything and that I was happy. He doubts himself so much, but he shouldn’t.. he needs to know that. Tell him for me, okay?”

“..Dick I can’-“

“Please, Jaybird? I’m kinda running out of time here, and you know me. I’ve got a lot to say.” Jason shut his mouth, simply nodding again.

“Okay..”

“Thank you.” He grinned and really, the younger couldn’t take it, he just wished he would stop. He was about to die, and all he could do was smile at the man who caused it. Dick adjusted his grip, determined to say what he needed before he fell and took a breath, his neck sore as he continued to look up at Jason. “I want you to know, Jason.. through everything, you’ve always been my little brother.” He gave a grin and Jason decided right then that he wanted to punch him in the face. “That’s what I’ve been trying to get through that thick skull of yours all this time. All this fighting, Jaybird? It’s been pointless. You’ve got nothing to prove to me, or to anyone. You’ve always been family, Jason. Always. And I’m sorry for everything that’s happened. Everything that’s hurt you, and I only wish I could have been a better brother to you; that maybe, if I hadn’t been so self absorbed, I could have helped you..”

“You’re an idiot…” Jason’s voice shook as he tried his best not to look away, trying to take in the last time he would see his brother alive. Dick just gave another sad smile.

“I know… and I’m sorry for that too.” Neither man could feel his fingers by now and though both knew what had to be done, only one could bring himself to accept it at this point.

“I have to ask you to do one last thing for me, Jaybird.. I know it’s a lot to ask, and I’m sorry for being so selfish.. but you have to kill me.” At the look of confusion he received, the older male tried again. “Jason, I need you to shoot me… Shoot me before I hit the ground..” Blue eyes widened and Jason shook his head, nearly barking out his incredulous reply.

“N-no! No way! I’ve already got to drop you off the side of a building! I’m not going to—“

“I can’t die like them.” Jason paused, trying to find the meaning behind his words, and suddenly it clicked. His usually tough expression softened and with a tired sigh, the younger boy nodded.

“I got it..” There were tears in those bright, blue eyes. They were filled with an emotion that matched his bright smile. That happy, childish smile that Jason hated but knew could make anyone smile even on their worst days. Dick was smiling, even as he nodded and Jason cold feel his fingers slipping from his grip. The younger tried to hold on, even for a second longer, but he couldn’t, so instead he reached for his gun.

“Bye, Jason.” And as he watched his older brother fall, Jason cocked it and fired a single shot. Not even the rain falling in his eyes would make him miss.

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i am done

I’m sorry

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