Jason's question instantly piqued everyone's curiosity.
Barbara was curious. "I wasn't there at the time, right? So I dodged a bullet? What happened next?"
Even Alfred joined the discussion with a smile. "At my age, surely Master Dick wouldn't put this old man through too much trouble?"
Only Tim frowned slightly. "Honestly, I have a bad feeling about this."
Dick's gaze began to wander.
"What? Don't tell me you killed all of us?"
"Of course not!" Dick protested immediately. "I-that 'me'-did want to turn you, but obviously none of you would agree."
"Isn't that exactly why 'you' killed 'me'?" Bruce said with a smile, not remotely bothered that his other self had been killed by his own adopted son.
"Fine, I admit it." Dick threw caution to the wind and confessed outright. "Batman was just too smart. Even if 'I' wanted to turn Batman into a vampire, 'I' couldn't risk that 'you' retaining your human will and turning against 'me.' There was no reason to go to all that trouble just to create a potential threat to myself. The same went for Tim."
Dick looked at Tim, whose expression plainly said, I knew it. "After all, 'I' couldn't take that gamble with the minds of either the 'World's Second-Greatest Detective' or the 'World's Greatest Detective.'"
"Thanks for the compliment." Tim sighed. "Sounds like 'I' died pretty quickly, without much suffering. Does that count as good news?"
"Then there was Damian. 'I' bit 'his' neck and turned 'him.'"
Jason suddenly laughed a little too gleefully. "Good thing the demon brat isn't here, or we'd have another show on our hands."
With Damian's temper, hearing either that Nightwing had killed Bruce or that Nightwing had turned him would have made him explode on the spot.
Dick looked pityingly at Jason, who was