Batman slowly sank to his knees at the foot of Jason's grave, unable to believe; unwilling. He had held Jason in his arms just seconds after he died. He had watched his body be buried in this very grave. It had to be a hoax. A very elaborate hoax, but it couldn't be possible that...
Lifting his head, Batman looked around them, scanning the area for anyone would might be watching. Normally he would have noticed sooner if he were being observed, but tonight he had only been paying attention as he entered the cemetery, and less so after. Realizing that Clark would have noticed if they weren't alone, Batman tried to relax and again turned his attention to the book in his hands.
"When they were young," he said quietly. "I did what my father did for me - I started the boys on their own collection of first edition books. I don't know that it's well known.... When I got here tonight, there was a package on Jason's grave. This was inside it." He handed the first edition of 'Catcher in the Rye' to Clark, along with the coupon.
"I'm sure the irony of the title isn't lost on you," he said dryly. "The coupon..." He suddenly wanted very much to take off his cowl. "The diner's been closed for several years. Jason loved their chili dogs. He and I used to go there frequently." Batman snorted a soft laugh, mumbling something about nitrates.