REWRITING!!!
CASTLES CRUMBLING,
My castle's crumbling down. You don't wanna know me now.
Closed off twins meets people they never thought would be important to them.
or...
In which Juliet and Daniel Grayson find some hope in the world, their hearts...
TW;signs of ed (eating disorder) at least i think.. srry, just wanna make sure for you all.
Gotham City, Wayne Manor.
Nine years ago.
Wayne Manor was empty. It was quiet and dark. Robin was out on a small mission by himself as Batman instructed him too. It was just a bank robbery.
But while Batman stayed, so did Juliet and Daniel Grayson. Bruce Wayne walked in front of them as they stood shoulder to shoulder, hands behind their backs.
He was giving them a lesson about humanity. He was saying that they couldn't get attached or else it'll make them weak.
The words were harsh, but they were honest. And they knew this. It was just difficult to learn that being with someone would make you weak if you got attached.
"Love is a weakness. You can not have sympathy for those who are beneath you. You can not care for those around you or else you'll lose who you are." Bruce spoke.
"But you care for the people of Gotham." Juliet points out, making Bruce look down at her.
Bruce bent down to look her in the eye, "I care to an extent. I care to keep Gotham safe and the people of Gotham safe. But I can't love. Love makes me weak." He said.
Bruce began walking around them again, their postures straightening as he looked down at his watch before exhaling deeply.
"But, I won't stop you from having love." He mumbled. "But only to an extent. Learn to care, but not enough to love. And if you do end up getting attached at some point," Bruce stopped, placing a hand on both of their shoulders, forcing them to look up at him, "I won't be there to save you."
They didn't respond, they just nodded and stood straight, watching as Bruce backed up, removing his hands off of their shoulders.
"There is no good magic, there is no bad magic. There is only weak and strong. And when I train you, I expect you to be strong and not weak. Fear and pain do not exist to you." Bruce explains. "All your feelings will be used against those who do not listen. Your speed, your telekinesis, will be used on those who looked down upon you. All those people who thought you'd be weak and useless at the lost of your parents."
The two looked down at the mention of their dead parents, becoming saddened. They wish they knew their parents, but they were only babies. Bruce snapped his fingers, making them life their heads back up. He could see tears in their eyes, theirs lips trembling, eyes growing red.
"Look at Dick. He's thriving." He uttered, kneeing down to reach their level. "We.. do not cry. We do not show feelings, we do not give in. Sadness turns into madness. I want you to turn your sadness into something different." He sternly told them. "Crying is a sign of weakness, do you wanna be weak?" He questioned.
They simultaneously shook their heads, wiping their eyes. "No, sir." They mumbled.
"Then don't be weak." Bruce stated.
The twins sniffled once more, wiping their eyes away from tears. When they looked back up at Bruce, they didn't have the look of sadness.
They had an emotionless stare on their face. No anger, no tears, no pain, no empathy. They were as neutral as they could be.
"Good. Lesson one.."
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