As the years pass he visits more and more cemeteries, the burial places of friends and enemies. From the shadows he watches the funerals and the visitations, the numbers of mourners dwindling as decades go by and there are fewer left behind. Finally, he is alone, and he stands at the grave of one who could have been everything to him. Brushing aside long dead flowers, he reads the weathered inscription he memorized years ago. Brother, Son, Husband, Father, Hero.
Richard John Grayson.
And he envies the dead for the simple belief that, unlike him, they are no longer alone.
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