The Ultimate Soulreach :[Damian Wayne x Reader]

Embracing the Past, Embracing the Future

Notes:

Hi guys!

This is it. This is the final chapter. If you made it this far, let me just say thank you. Thank you for your dedication and patience from when I started to today. You have all been so encouraging, kind, and wonderful. If it wasn't for the insanely generous comments, I don't know if I would have finished it. But you encouraged me to keep going, and I did. I've never written anything before, but I have to say that I am proud of this work. It's so bittersweet to be wrapping this up. I am thrilled and proud that I completed it and so sad to be saying goodbye. I can't believe it's all coming to an end... Thank you, amazing readers, for coming on this journey with me. I hope it brought you as much joy as it brought me.

As always, enjoy <3

(Y/N) POV:

     The first week following the incident proved to be agonizingly monotonous, with a tranquil routine that initially seemed comforting. However, after a mere forty-eight hours of such dullness, I yearned to reclaim the vibrancy of life.

     Unfortunately, my desires were met with strict opposition. Damian insisted I remain confined to bed, Alfred dutifully served me flavorless soups and non-solid sustenance, and despite my pleading, the doctor adamantly refused to release me prematurely. At times, I found myself contemplating the idea of escaping through the window, although I never acted on those fleeting impulses.

     Yet, a glimmer of salvation emerged in the form of permitted visitors. As soon as Damian relayed the news of Sam's allowance to visit, she arrived, her eyes glistening with tears as she bounced into the room and embraced me, albeit with a gentleness that left me wanting more.

     "Can't risk squeezing the life out of you," she remarked amidst sniffles. "Fair enough," I replied, attempting a smile. We settled onto the bed, facing each other with legs crossed, and she proceeded to fill me in on the latest gossip and school drama, recounting even the messiest and less flattering headlines.

     Despite the occasional wince at some revelations, I clung to her every word, diligently absorbing the details. Sam shared the news of Lois Lane's exposé on Bran, which had ignited a fervor throughout the media.

      After several hours, Sam bid her farewell, granting me a tight hug that, although secretly causing discomfort, I refused to admit. Damian returned, considerate enough to grant us privacy, allowing us to catch up.

     In his hands, he held the exposé that unveiled Bran's sinister involvement in the deaths of my parents and the subsequent kidnapping. When I spoke with the authorities, I deliberately chose to omit the years of abuse, deeming it too mortifying to confess, particularly when they possessed an abundance of evidence to secure Bran's lifelong incarceration.

     "Do you want me to stay while you read?" he asked, his voice unusually hesitant. I nodded, prompting him to release a tense breath and slide into the bed next to me. The scratchy sheets cradled our bodies as we settled in. My eyes shifted between the paper and him as I whispered, "Have you read this yet?" He propped his head in his hand, looking at me sorrowfully, and shook his head.

     I adjusted our positions so that we could both read it together. Our fingers brushed against each other, creating a gentle connection. The faint scent of the ink on the paper wafted up, mingling with the comforting smell of his cologne. Our eyes scanned every word, the letters etching themselves into our minds. As the weight of the words settled upon us, I felt a lump form in my throat, my heartbeat echoing in my ears.

     When we reached Jackson's part, tears started streaming down my face, blurring the lines on the page. I could taste their saltiness as they met my lips, a bittersweet reminder of the emotions welling within. Lois portrayed him as the hero he truly was, her words painting vivid images of his courage and selflessness. I could hear his voice in my mind, echoing through the room, as memories intertwined with the present moment.