ೃ⁀➷ ┃ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 - bruce wayne 彡
❝ Am I dreaming or is the infamous Batman blushing? ❞
❝ Are you flirting or starting a fight, Lynx? ❞
╰┈➤ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ in which Celeste LeBlanc does not think justice has been served for the peop...
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𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍, Celeste LeBlanc would always come back from the graves whether you'd like it or not and she would do so until what she's working for comes true. She was a shadow, the kind that you would see in the corner of your eyes unsure of whether you had seen something or if it was your imagination.
She was a fighter, in mind, soul and body, she would embody her fire and burn whatever was in her way. She had been since the day it happened, the day she was killed, the day her family was killed, the day the LeBlanc name was tainted. The day everything felt to pieces.
The LeBlanc family had a child born in a life full of joy and happiness, they loved and cherished her, she was a miracle child. A summer child. A golden child. The child her parents had longed for, the one who would become the heiress of their family's name, that is the reason Celeste LeBlanc was born.
That was before. Before the grief, the pain that she couldn't even experience hit her family, she was so young she doesn't remember anything. That was before her father left them, killed off during a business trip overseas by a car crash.
She had never known her father but if had to be honest, she wished she had, he was always described as a happy man, a lovely husband and an incredible father.
Xavier LeBlanc was killed in a car crash in Italy, never able to see his daughter ever again — maybe only from the skies above, only to see the tragedies she ensued throughout her life. But his death was not what was set to be seen by the public, no . . . no, that was not it. It was much worse.
5.30 p.m. LeBlanc Mansion Gotham
Lucille LeBlanc was in her bedroom, home alone with her eight-year-old daughter, a usual night for the two, ever since her husband had died seven years ago, the two had picked up small habits. Sitting together to watch a movie while eating or playing board games together every Friday night.
