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Jason had gone missing 5 hours earlier when Dick stormed the fortified warehouse that held him. There had been demands, ransom videos, and Richard had paid every ransom and they'd demanded more. They didn't know who Dick was, they knew Richard and they knew he loved his future husband.
Dick crashed through the doors, flanked by every muscle that wasn't with his father holding down the fort. Joey was with Roy and the Queen muscle that had flown in, pushing through the back entrance and trapping whoever was inside. Whoever had done this wasn't prepared for this. They weren't prepared for the full might of the Queens and the Waynes alliance crashing down on them.
It was hellfire they'd wrought on themselves.
When they finally reached him, Jason was on the ground, shots echoed around as the bystanders were shot dead instantly.
Dick held up his hand and the firing stopped.
Jason was still. Too still. His eyes were open, staring up at nothing.
"Jason?" Dick called quietly, frozen in the door, his gun raised, pointed at the man who stood over his fiancé.
Silence.
"Jason, baby, talk to me."
Silence.
Dick's voice was barely above a whisper. "Jason."
Nothing.
Something broke, painful and terrible, reaching through every fibre of his being. Richard Garyson-Wayne and Dick Grayson-Wayne crashed together, forming something filled with rage and pain and nothing good.
"End them."
He sounded like Bruce; cold rage that left no room for questions.
"Make them pay."
The man standing over Jason tried to run. He got two steps away before five bullets made themselves at home in his spine.
Gunfire filled the air again and whoever he'd become walked forward toward Jason, hoping that he'd breathe.
Just one breath, baby. Just one.
The second last step his toe caught on something, or maybe it was just the air, he stumbled forward. The next step he collapsed to his knees.
Jason's eyes, eyes that burned hot when Jason was passionate, eyes that found his whenever they were separated across rooms or missions, eyes that softened when he caught Jason's chin between his fingers because it was always followed by a kiss. Jason's beautiful grey eyes, the sparkle of which rivalled the most expensive diamonds in the family's collection- were flat and empty.
He reached out, cupping Jason's cheek in his hand, signet ring glinting in the harsh light. "Baby bird, come back to me," he breathed. "Don't leave me."
Nothing.
He fell forward, pressing his forehead to Jason's. "Please."
Waynes didn't beg, they only needed to ask.
He begged.
He begged whatever power existed, whatever god would listen, to give him back. Whispering prayers in Romanes he'd been sure he'd forgotten, whispering half-formed phrases in Latin, Hindi, Greek, Mandarin, and a dozen other languages on the fragile hope that some sort of supernatural force would hear and pity the boy who had already lost everything once.
Jason didn't breathe.
He ran out of words.
So he screamed; putting every ounce of rage at the dead body a few feet away that had died too quickly to properly atone for what had been taken from him, every shred of self hatred for not reaching Jason in time to intervene or even just to hold him as he died, and the overflowing pain that radiated through his body.
He screamed, and both Richard and Dick died in the sound.
Whatever was left was made up of that sound. He reached up and closed Jason's eyes. Then, for the last time, he gathered the cold body of the boy he'd loved in his arms, and he carried Jason home.
The funeral was cold and grey. Rose held Dick and he felt nothing. Their friends left. The burial was private. Their family, his and Jason's, only. Roy, Joey, Dick, Alfred, Bruce, and Oliver.
Jason was buried next to Martha and Thomas, with his engagement ring (which never had the chance to be his wedding ring) still on his finger. He was buried in the tux he was supposed to get married in. The casket was lowered into the ground and Dick fell to his knees, nearly falling into the hole to join him. Roy caught one arm and Joey the other, and they held onto him.
Dick planted buttercups on Jason's grave.