His death passes unremarked upon by most of the world.
Bruce Wayne's death is mentioned briefly in the news, and of course his funeral is well-attended by various acquaintances and people who never met him but were grateful for everything he'd done for Gotham, but he's soon forgotten by most except for plaques and buildings named after him. Dick steps into his place at Wayne Enterprises and, after a short transitory period, proves just as able as Bruce had been. Tabloids run conspiracy theories about his death until they find juicier prey, which doesn't take long.
Batman's death is felt more profoundly, but not in a way that most recognize. It's there in the black armbands the superheroes (and others who knew him and of his death) refuse to comment on, in the changes in the JLA's roster, in Nightwing being the urban legend stopping crime in Gotham. But there's no funeral, no memorial, no statue commemorating the fallen, just a gradual fade in the number of stories told about him.
Once a year, Jim Gordon sits in a diner after hours and drinks one of the two cups of coffee he orders and wishes he'd be beaten to the check once more.
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