Male Neglected Protagonist Luo-binghe!Reader x yandere non platonic Batfam
The Waynes' life had been somewhat... strange. They felt your absence everywhere in the house. The absence of your presence... your cologne. Your laughter, or even how you loved helping to bake sweets for them. But it was all gone.
Your death had been strange; no trace of your body remained. Nothing of your presence, or any clue that you might have survived the fall into that abyss. Damian remembered your words, the small tears that had trickled down your face as you begged him not to. Only at the very end, leaving just a trail of your blood on the floor before you fell to your dead.
The cameras that day had glitched.
There was no recording of your last words.
But life went on; they couldn't stop just because of your death. Although it felt oppressive every time they smelled something similar to your cologne. Or maybe the shape of famous cookies that you liked to recreate and try to get them to eat when they were too busy to even give you a second glance. Everything reminded them of you.
They never thought they would miss you so much
Such a pure person... Like a white lotus floating in hot springs.
You were the only exception in the family, the only one not so tainted by Gotham's darkness, and yet, they still didn't protect you enough.
And that would haunt them for the years they had left.
The day was barely blossoming in Gotham, the air was damp and grey clouds abounded in the sky, coloring the city in dark, nostalgic colors as usual.
Civilians walked slowly through the streets, some talking on their phones. Some were alone. Others were in groups, regardless of the time of day.
Meanwhile, at Wayne Manor.
Today marks three years since you died.
The place feels dark, lonely, even somewhat empty. Alfred walks slowly into the kitchen, his gaze focused on the food as he slowly prepares it, his hands twitching slightly as his eyes flickered towards a photo nearby. The photo was framed, a small white flower resting nearby. In the photo... there was you. Your hands were wrapped in oven mitts, and you held a tray of cookies of different shapes drawing smoke from heat on the air with the brightest smile Alfred had ever seen.
He remembers that day as if it were no other.
You'd been so nervous... Like a little puppy in its first home, asking for instructions on how to make cookies without burning them, because you'd noticed Bruce hadn't eaten that afternoon.
So he helped you prepare the dough, make the shapes... Your eyes shone every time you filmed him doing it yourself, your lips curled into the purest smile he had ever seen...
When the cookies were ready, you put them in a small bag decorated to your liking and gave them to Bruce.
Alfred still remembered finding those contents in the trash.
Coming out of his trance, he slowly wiped his hands with a rag as he looked away from the photo and arranged the food on plates, the pleasant smell drifting through the air in the rooms.
He walked slowly; it was time to wake the family.
Perhaps he could also pay you a visit at your grave later...
The sun's rays beat against the windows as Alfred walked down the corridors, stopping in front of Bruce's office door. He paused for a few seconds before raising his hand and knocking three times the door, Inside, Bruce's voice sounded. Tired and low.
Alfred slowly opened the door and entered, taking only a few steps before stopping, his gaze focusing on Bruce.
Bruce sat in his chair, shoulders slumped as his hands rubbed against his tired face, dark circles under his eyes and his hair slightly disheveled. In his hand he held a picture of you, resting gently between his training-worn fingers. Alfred gently clenched his jaw before speaking, his tone calm and slow as he looked directly at Bruce, who was only looking at your photo between his fingers.
" Master Bruce... " He started slowly. " Today marks three years since the young master death. Are you sure you don't want to visit his grave? "
Bruce clenched his jaw... before sighing, rubbing his fingers over his eyelids until small lights appeared in his closed eyes.
" I'm... busy. Maybe later. "
It was an excuse, he'd been using it for the last three years since you left. Alfred recalled as he nodded slowly, hands on his back as his eyes lowered slowly.
Perhaps Bruce simply couldn't forgive himself
He had tried, he thought maybe... if he was tougher... you'd be less naive, you wouldn't let anything so dangerous happen to you. But in the end, it was all just a mistake.
He had to be there. For you.
And now he was sinking into his own regret.
His eyes flickered at your photo before he closed them heavily.
Night came hours later, the moon was at its highest point in the sky clouded by gray clouds.
Nighttime, part of the most dangerous hours in Gotham.
The whole family was in the cave, some training like Damian and Jason. Others were checking the cameras like Tim and Bruce. Dick and Cassandra were in the middle of warming up, and Stephanie and Duke were talking together. But the air was heavy, like a strange tension that seemed about to explode at any moment, and it was a fact that no one could forget. Everyone knew the reason.
But nobody could say it out loud.
But before they can do anything else
The alarm sounded on the Batcomputer, Bruce looked up as he read the reason for the warning while the others tensed and stood up. Magical alert in Gotham. A section had recently been quarantined due to a strange new illness. It had been very recent news. No one knew how it was transmitted, but it was as dangerous as rabies. A single touch caused spots and strange shapes on the skin, slowly eating away at the flesh of the human body until only bones remained only to end in a painful death.
But no one had been able to do anything until now.
According to Constantine, there was a trace of magic. Ancient magic. The kind that very few possessed in these times.
And now they had to get involved; after all, they were the only ones in charge of Gotham City.
Everyone started getting ready, suits and belts... Alfred lagged behind, lost in thought as he watched the files in the distance. Something felt strange about this. Almost... nostalgic.
He watched everyone leave the cave while he stayed behind before walking towards those files. Those files that had remained untouched for three years.
The files from the day you died.
His body tensed as he read before his gaze flickered towards the bat-computer.
It was the same kind of magic as the day you died
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