𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 ; A Shakespearean Tragedy Called Love

10

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Wayne Manor had been absent of laughter for a long time, the death of Bruce Wayne's parents had left a devastating effect on the young man's mind.

Seeing the death of his parents and nearly joining them had caused such mental strain, that it was a miracle he hadn't broken down yet.

( Or was dressing up as a bat every night that break in his psyche? )

Only one little break in his image would most likely cause that mental break he was anticipating so much.

"Jason!" Ivar yells breathlessly. "There's a hole in one of your bags!"

Jason stops running as he gets to the manor doors, Jason lifts one of the bags and checks the bottom for any holes. He looks back at Ivar with a dreadful look, his complexion going pale and starchy.

Ivar barely holds back his questioning as he makes his way to his friend, gulping for air Ivar leans against the wall of the Manor and holds back his whooping cough. He turns to Jason with a pained expression, his hands hugging his sides as a sharp pain goes through them. "Did something fall out?"

Jason shoots him a look. "You were right behind me, if something fell you would've seen"

"Bleh" Ivar shrugs in response, his brain working overtime while Jason peers into the plastic bags to double-check.

"We forgot eggs" Jason hangs his head with a frown.

Ivar lets out a breath and swallows the lump in his throat that wasn't there before, eggs were the main reason why they even went to the grocery store. "Shit, we bought ice cream instead"

Jason groans and mentally calculates. "When you head back you can buy eggs, I bought the ice cream so you can probably still buy it"

Ivar nods, going over the past few hours. "Still can't believe I forgot- and it was what we went for!"

"Yeah, well, we've had a lot on our minds," Jason replies, trying to lighten the mood as he blinks the hair out of his eyes.

Ivar snorts. "Yeah, like what?"

"School," Jason says nonchalantly. "Girls"

A heavy pit enters Ivar, realization coming to him as he finally concludes his research. Maybe this was karma, for all the bad Ivar had ever done. Though he apologized to the people he wronged, maybe it just wasn't enough? 

Deep down he knew you can't really change people and what they're attracted too, but- He still hoped to a certain extent.

Something inside Jason stirs with regret and dissatisfaction. Ivar's response seemingly ticking him off for no apparent reason.

"Yeah, school," Ivar says, playing along and ignoring what Jason had finished with. "Ah, the joys of exams and endless assignments, how could we possibly forget about that?"

( You. You, Ivar didn't really have any tests or exams, he didn't actually exist on paper )

Jason shrugs as Alfred comes up from behind them and unlocks the manor door. "Summer vacation is around the corner"

Alfred pushes open the doors as an ominous feeling goes over Ivar, his powers are acting up. Bruce was probably in a bad mood, he seemed to nearly always be in a bad mood. Though, seeing your parents die in front of you probably does that to someone, but Ivar had seen it too and he wasn't that messed up.

Ivar sighs and walks into the manor, trying to shake off the unease that had settled within him. The familiarity of the grand entrance hall soothes him, its opulence always providing a sense of security.