It was dark winter night as i walk through the streets of Metropolis, my face bruised from earlier. I make my way towards a high building, ironicly its an old manor, once i reach the top i sit down and look at the skyline and sigh. I look and see Metropolis and in its center is the hall of justice, for most its a symbol of hope but for me its a place of hate. I look down at my hands feeling the heavy steel of the gun in them.
I sigh again and look forward coming to peace with my decision. But before i can do anything i hear a soft voice.
"Hey there, may i ask what you plan on doing with that?"
I turn to the voice and see the man of steel, i then turn away again.
"None of your concern"
My voice is cold void of emotions. Superman then floats over and sits next to me.
"I belive it is, i dont like it when people hirt them selves you know? Not if i can help."
His voice is warm gentle even.
"Why bother, there is nothing you can say that would stop me."
My voice remaims cold and firm. I look at the gun and then back up, i notice a public clock near by showing its almost midnight.
"I have no family, friends. No one would notice if i were gone."
I state dry. Superman sighs bit dosnt move.
"I dont wanna belive that. There is always someone that mourms when we die."
I look at him.
"Not for me clark."
He looks shocked at me.
"How do you know?"
His tone seems suprised and tense.
"Im batwomans ex robin, Marcel."
After i spoke his face changed to one of shock. It took him a while to think about what he wants to say. It took him a bit but he finally found the words he was looking for.
"Why are you doing this, bryce is most likelyworried about you."
I scoff and glare at the gun my hands and then back at him.
"I bet she dosnt even know ive been gone for the past week. Its been years since she last showed any sign of care, im 18 in a few minutes and then im gonna end it, my present to myself, a end in my terms not hers not the leagues, mine."
He looked like he wanted to say something, but couldnt bring himself to.
I just looked at the clock its 11:55 almost time.
"I know life isnt easy, but this is drastic, i know how the league trears you, how youve been blamed or framed for surten stuff. And honestly im st fault too for not looking into things first. But this isnt the awnser."
I just caress the gun.
"It is to me."
11:56
He just looks forward as if he is out of ideas.
"Marcel right?"
His voice is unsure but steady. And when i nod he visibly relaxes. As we sit there in sielence i fell a sudden rush of sadness as i realize he dosnt know what to say, and that he gives up. But as fate would have it he talked again.
"Is there anything i can do to make you stop?"
I could sense his sadness and sighed.
"Leave? Forget me or not morn me. Id hate to put this burden on you."
My words seem to have changed his mood as he looked determened to prove something to me, he reached up to his ear.
"Superman to batwoman do you copy?"
There was nothing for a moment until i heard her voice from clarks com, he must have turned its volume up.
"What is it clark?"
Her voice was annoyed and cold, like always. Clark sighed but gave a thumbs up as if it would make everything right.
"Just called to ask about Marcel, how is he?"
There were several seconds of sielence before her voice rang out again.
"Clark this has to wait, im in the middle of work."
I could hear him sigh and then his vpice got suprisingly stern.
"No, i wanna know if you have a clue where that boy is or if you even care."
It seems her indifferent tone struck a nerve with him, something new even to me. I could see him getting annoyed at bryce, wich made me smirk just a bit. It took a bit for bryce to awnser, her tone betraying her feeling of indifference.
"He is here in the mansion i would guess, ill tell alfred to check."
There was sielence for but a moment until she spoke again.
"He isnt here at home, i dont know where he is, but im sure he is fine now i need to go gordon just turned on the signal."
I could hear her disconnect and clarks sigh. I look back at the clock.
12:01
I sighed, happy birthday to me.
Clark POV
Im still shocked that she was so cold when it came to the kid, sure he has a bad reputation but even i can tell he was blamed. Before i could speak again i heard his gun go off. I used my super speed and turned to see him shooting the gun into his head, i quickly grab it and the bullet. After that i saw him pass out, i think from shock or because his brain thought he died.
"God dammit bryce."
(Hey, new story here. I kinda enjoy writing again so ill update my fste stroy shortly too. And this book is here to help me when im out of ideas, anyway thanks to every reader ;3 i hope you enjoy this too)
