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Two mangled corpses, two of the 5 people Tim loved most in the world. One of the others was currently standing over him with a crimson red pocket knife and gun.
Jason had lost it completely. His helmet lay smashed on the ground and blood stained his face.
He had killed Dick first, Dick hadn't been paying attention to Jason after just knocking The Scarecrow out. Jason jumped on him, shot him in the leg, then the arm, then the stomach, then the chest before cutting into him to give Dick the most painful death possible.
Next was Damian, who never stood a chance.
Tim had tried to stop Jason. He wasn't strong enough. Now he was going to die too.
He stared into Jason's eyes. He didn't see his older brother. He didn't see Jason. He saw a murderer.
"Please Jay. Please... this was a mistake... I know you're in there..." Tim pleaded.
Jason didn't reply. He just continued to prowl forward. Raising the gun, ready to pull the trigger. Tim was trembling and tears were moving down his face, washing away the blood in their path.
Jason's face didn't look angry, or scared, or even mildly out of comfort. He looked peaceful. Like this was what he wanted all along. To murder his brothers one at a time and in the most painful way possible.
"Please..." Tim cried, water fell off his cheeks and onto the hard concrete floor. He backed against the wall and pressed himself against it as hard as he could. Trying to get away from his brother.
Jason pulled the trigger. The bullet imbedded itself in Tim's lower leg, another shot found its way into Tim's shoulder. He kept felling bullets tear their way through his flesh until Jason stopped pulling the trigger.
"Jay... Please..." Jason stood over his little brother before bending Down. And slitting the boy's throat. Ending the young life.
Jason then shot himself in the foot, then the leg, the arm, and the chest. He then raised the knife to his own neck before cutting into his own flesh.
Batman arrived minutes after to find his four sons lying dead in pools of red. Their costumes were ripped in many places and all of them had slit throats.
Jason was holding his gun in one hand while his knife had slid out of his other had. Both weapons were drenched in red.
For the first time since he was eight years old, Batman... no Bruce Wayne began to cry.
Scarecrow lay unconscious on the floor 20ft. away from all the blood. Despite the fact he was unconscious he had an extremely cheery smile on his face.