<em>”Dick, Tim if you are watching this, then we have failed and Darkseid has won.  If that is the case, then it is up to you to rebuild and reclaim what was lost.  Darkseid ruling over the earth and turning mankind into his slaves cannot be allowed to stand.  You must become unite rebuild the Justice League from as many hero’s as you can find.  Oracle should be able to help you with that.  <br/><br/>I trust you both and I am so proud of the men that you have become.  You made my life a little bit lighter and helped pull me back from the edge more times than I can say.  <br/><br/>Dick, you we’re my son first son.  I’ve watched you grow from the boy that lost his family, and grow up to be a man of honor.  You stepped out of my shadow after I sent you away and continued to grow and show me how wrong I was.  I am so very proud of you, and know that you will do me proud.  So it is, that my last wish is that you will take up my mantel as Batman.  Take it up, and use it unite people around you.<br/><br/>Tim, unlike Dick, or Jason it was not a personal tragedy that drew us together, but you are still my family, you came looking for us on your own, and done what few have.  You have one of the most brilliant minds I have ever known, as well as the most caring heart.  You came to my side at a time when I needed someone to remind me who I really was.  My last wish for you, is that you aid Dick as you aided me.<br/><br/>I love you both, Bruce Wayne out”</em><br/><br/>The large screen of the bat computer went black, the last will and testament of Batman read.  Dick Grayson, felt himself shaking, as he fought back tears.  It was too much, and so unlike how his mentor was in life.  While Bruce had always cared about those around him, he always put up such a cold front.  Now he was gone, and Dick would never be able to talk to him again.  It just wasn’t fair, none of it was.  How could they really all be gone, they had always seemed invincible to him, even though he knew none of them, with the possible exception of Clark we’re although even that had proved false in the end.<br/><br/>Dick couldn’t breath for a moment.  Felt like he may never breath again, until he felt a comforting hand rest on his shoulder allowing himself to calm down, and he turned his head to Alfred, Bruce Waynes oldest friend.  “There, there Master Dick, I know you miss him,”  Dick hung his head ashamed knowing this must be equally hard on him and yet he found it in himself not to show it.  Could he the man that Bruce had trusted with the cape and cowl do any less.  He needed to be strong, not just for himself, and Alfred, but also for Tim Drake who had disappeared at the end of Bruce’s last message<br/><br/>Stepping away from Alfred, he walked over to where a new batsuit hung, and looked into its eyes, a new feeling replacing the grief. This would be it for him when it came to mourning.  What fueled him now was determination, to prove that Bruce’s faith in him had not been misplaced.  He had to start finding allies, and win a war that Earths greatest champions had failed.  He and Tim we’re going to have a lot of work ahead of them.<br/><br/>“I won’t let him down Alfred,” Dick said as he began to change, pulling off his Nightwing attire and replacing it with Batman.<br/>“ I know you won’t master Dick,” Alfred who stood a short distance replied with a sad smile.  “This is what he always envisioned I think.”<br/><br/>Alfred turned, and Dick was sure that he was hiding tears.