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Nico knew how Jason had died. He knew the basics of it from Bruce; he didn’t know a lot , but he knew some. That was how Bruce was. They didn’t talk about it.
Nico hadn’t gotten to see Jason’s body as it was found—burnt, battered, broken . He’d only seen his brother at the funeral, which was apparently a good thing or whatever.
But still—he’d memorized the autopsy results. He knew Bruce and the others would be beyond pissed if they knew about that, but he’d… he’d needed closure, and saying goodbye to a hollow, lifeless version of his brother in a box wasn’t going to do that.
The official cause of death for Jason Peter Todd was smoke inhalation, which was surprising due to how much he had endured prior to his death. Broken ribs, collapsed lungs, a huge concussion—more internal bleeding and blunt force trauma than Nico knew what to do with, really. Besides blunt force trauma, which was believed to be from a crowbar or a similarly shaped weapon, there was also evidence of impact injuries, like from an explosion. Which was probably where the smoke had come from.
There was all of that, plus the years of scars and broken bones that came from living on the street. From being Robin. Those, technically, weren’t pertinent to his death, but Nico couldn’t help but think they were.
Robin had gotten Jason killed, after all.