"at some point you became the reason i breathe,
and since then every breath becomes another
reason why i love you."
in which her world starts again on her seventeenth birthday.
lowercase intended
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BRUCE WAYNE'S PRESENCE was a force that commanded attention.
having found cella, bruce had demanded the two follow him to his office, and the teens followed after him without a peep, as cella sat perched on the edge of her chair, her posture straight as a pin, opposed to dick who sat in the chair as if he had been in the situation a million times before.
"it's pleasure to see you again, cella," his voice cutting through the silence in his trademark composed tone, though clear curiosity lingered in his demeanor.
cella managed a composed nod as his gaze rested on her then traveled to dick as if he seemed to dissect the dynamic between the two.
"how did you —"
"im not stupid, dick." bruce sighed, his hand running down his face, "alfred, he told me last night."
dick groaned quietly from his chair his frustration evident as cella wrestled with the question of why she was there, she had just confessed to dick, only for bruce to seemingly possess prior knowledge of everything.
"i was about to tell her." dick interjected, his voice shaking the stillness of the room.
"you don't know the full story yourself." he conceded, bruce's being a slap in the face to dick's already circling theories, "it's up to cella if you can be trusted with her truth."
cella sat unmoving in her seat as the pair went back and forth — over what, cella was sure, but she knew she didn't care.
she was lost, she hated being lost when it came to something that involved her, it made her feel like she was being lied to.
"you have powers?"
cella looked up to find both males eyes on her, awaiting a verbal answer but all she did was nod.
"you have to tell her now." dick pleaded, seeing as the girl wasn't in a position to do so herself.
he wanted to comfort her but had never been given comfort himself so he wasn't sure how to go about it and the last thing he wanted to do was look stupid in front of the girl, he cared a great deal about what she thought of him.
"tell me what?" cella's voice cut through the tension, her eyes fixed on dick, searching for answers amid the unsettling silence that enveloped them.
"what really happened to your parents," bruce's words hung in the air as he turned to get up from his desk and left the room without another word.
cella sat glued to her seat, her gaze fixed on the space where bruce had stood moments before. uncertainty washed over her features, mirroring the confused expression on dick's face, a shared confusion that did little to help her confidence in the situation.
