"A Good Soldier Never Leaves a Man Behind!"

With everything that you've been through: the friends and enemies you made, the adventures you've had out in the world, and in the bedroom... Everyone thought you deserved a proper funeral as they carried you out of the tunnel, and Kara looked behind her, using her heat vision to completely seal off the pit. "Now no one will find it..." They made it out of the tunnel, and Vixen called:

"J'onn? It's Vixen," she said sadly. "We have a man down. It's... It's Shadow."

"Teleporters are locked onto all of your positions," he said a bit grimly. "Stand by." Everyone vanished into the Watchtower, where your body got whatever medical attention they could provide. Meanwhile, the rest of the League had gotten their energy back, very much like a bad case of the flu was purged from their systems.

Harley sniffled, still upset about your ****. "We gotta tell them..." So they spread the word to everyone that was out of commission that you sacrificed yourself, with support from your team, to take IMP down. Way down.

Superman, or Clark Kent said, "He was as much a hero as any of us..."

Batman said to another, who told him the story, "He truly cast a shadow on his mission to save the world... He was a great student. Credit where it's due." Everyone was feeling a pang of loss in their chests, but no more than those that personally shared moments with him. Especially Harley, who took it the hardest.

Later that day, a funeral was taking place in Metropolis with you, as well as the mourners, dressed formally in black. Your casket was wide open, and despite the sun shining down, it was a bleak and cloudy day for all; Your hero friends appeared in their costumes, except for Harley. She wore a formal, black dress over her jester costume bottoms, her hair now undone and drooping past her shoulders, with also a black veil over her face. The pastor began by thanking all who were present for coming, and for those watching on television for tuning in.

The League made sure others, the whole world knew of your heroics.

They each gave their respects to what you brought into their lives, and how you would give your all to being a better hero than you were before. After the eulogies, people came up to give you red roses to be buried with you, and those that had a special connection with you, gave you a pink rose. Harley gave you a bunch. After it was all over that afternoon, Harley refused to leave your side just yet. "You showed me how to truly love someone... You showed how to be a hero. How to... die nobly." She fell to her knees, holding the edge of your coffin as she cried again.

She had been holding back tears, saving them, it would seem, for you. At first... She didn't hear a soft groaning, but when she quieted down quickly, she heard a shuffling sound. She looked up with teary eyes. "Mr. S...?"