LibbyM098
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Jason looks at Dick "Talk" he says, his good mood gone "And I want honesty Dick, what the hell happened after I died?" he asks "And by the way, Red doesn't suit you". He hoped he would get honest answers "How is the Joker still walking around?" he asks.
"You're taking it easy tomorrow" Rose calls after him before she sighs "Is he always like that?" she asks looking at Alfred after sitting back down "Because if he is he needs to take better care of himself".
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Dick sighed and flopped down into a comfortable lounge.
He closed his eyes for a moment just taking time to think on Jason's question.
"Everything turned to shit after you died... Bruce and I both lots it a bit back there... we would do nothing but argue... Barb had become the glue that held us together. Then Tim discovered who Bruce and I were. Bruce took him in as the next Robin..."
He pressed his lips together.
"After you died... Joker did the smart thing about going in hiding... that was until he came out from under his rock and kidnapped Tim... well Robin."
He looked at the fireplace and his deep brown eyes started to fill with tears of regret... regret for what he did... and regret for not making sure Bruce stayed away.
"That night I found Tim before Bruce did... all it took me was ten minutes... Tim was freed and Joker..."
He stopped and pressed his lips together before continuing as his hands started to shake.
"Joker had a crowbar. I got my hands on it... and I just kept hitting him with it."
His deep brown eyes started to get a darkness about them.
"I wanted him to feel the pain he had put you through... I wanted him dead... so I killed him..."
He looked up at Jason with no emotion or expression on his face or in his eyes.
"I killed the Joker."
Alfred sighed softly and sat down with his Irish Tea.
He looked over at Rose and smiled sadly.
"Unfortunately... Master Dick learned from the best on how to always put his own self and health last."