𝔾𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕞, ℂ𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕃𝕚𝕖𝕤 | Ｅｄｗａｒｄ Ｎａｓｈｔｏｎ

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11:23 P.M.

Alice entered the house relieved as her brother's presence wasn't anywhere inside the Manor. Nevertheless,  Alfred rushed her inside, scolding her about how dangerous it was at night and how she was disobeying Bruce's rules. Alice contained far much more respect for Alfred than did her brother, and all she did was apologize for her stubbornness. Alice walked inside the living room, as the TV broadcasted today's news. Alfred sat down, reading his newspaper as Alice sat beside him on the couch. She scrolled through her phone, not listening to the channel being cut off by a live-action speech.

"and I will not rest until this killer is found...This was a truly senseless crime--" 

"Alfred, what's going on?" 

Alice stood up, walking closer to the tv. 

"The Mayor was killed...in his own home--his body was discovered by his--his son."

Alice pulled her phone out, dialing her brother's number. he didn't call back, and he didn't need to. Bruce ran inside the living room, a black substance smothered throughout his face, and his hair was drenched in either sweat or rain. But he didn't run to his sister, he ran to Alfred and they ran off into a sprint somewhere in the manor. Alice sat there dumbfounded, she was worried about her brother, and he didn't care. He didn't care. And her patience was running thin.

Alice got dressed for bed. bruce and Alfred were gone, and she was yet again alone. Alice scrolled through her feed which was covered with articles and posts about the Mayor's death. She turned her phone off and turned around to sleep. No one cared about her. No one. She wished she had at least one friend, but all of her "friends" were too busy living their happy lives which she envied. It almost seemed impossible for Alice to live the normal life which she ever so wanted. She wanted a lover possibly even to live with them in Gotham. All she wanted was to be happy at last, all she wanted was love, and that alone was too much to ask for. Even as children her parents had favorited bruce. The day they died they simply only protected Bruce. Bruce Bruce Bruce, everything was just about Bruce Wayne. He was just as cruel as the newspapers depicted him, he was alone and depressed; that's why no one loved him. But his sister loved him, she cared for her brother more than he can imagine; and even though she attempted to hate him it was simply impossible because she had no one else to go to but her brother. He didn't protect her when she needed it, but he saved her life; not her parents. But her Brother, bruce- 

"Can I come inside?" 

It was her Brother. 

"yes--Of course" 

Bruce walked in flicking on Alice's light switch. His face was much cleaner than earlier and he was in a new change of clothes. He sat on the corner of his sister's bed. 

"I heard you ran off again" 

"I'm not a little girl bruce." 

"Alice it's dangerous now. You understand this right?" 

"Don't send me away again." 

bruce's face softened and he hugged his poor little sister. He thought she was weak, but he was the weak one. He made it seem as if he hated Alice, and he hadn't realized it until it was too late. How can he send her away? she can be in far more danger without keeping watch over her; and he hated himself for sending his sister away for years, isolated and alone. How can he treat her so inhumanely?

"You're safe Alice...You're safe now" 

Alice wasn't relieved. because deep down inside she knew something bad was gonna happen. Something was going to happen to her.

I apologize for the chapter update delay I'm working on so many stories <3