━━━━━ 𝐓𝐔'𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈 تقبرني,
their love was a silent symphony, beautiful and tragic, played only for them, and heard by none but the night.
- bruce wayne x fem!oc
- the batman 2022
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المدينةتهمسبأسرارها،لكنالقلوبالقويةفقطهيمنتستطيعسماعها The city whispers its secrets, but only strong hearts can hear them.
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AFTER LEAVING the mayor's house, Maryam reluctantly approached her car.
Sliding into the driver's seat, she finally allowed herself a moment to breathe. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against the steering wheel, shutting out the chaotic world outside. The muffled sounds of journalists shouting questions and the wail of police sirens barely registered as she tried to process the night's events.
Her mind replayed the grim scenes in a loop— the mayor's lifeless body, the blood, the devastation in young George's eyes. It was a deliberate murder, no doubt about it, and something deep inside told her this wouldn't be the last. A shiver ran down her spine as she pondered the motives behind the killing.
Why target the mayor?
She didn't know him personally and, to be honest, barely cared about the man. His face was familiar, but only in the way that all politicians' faces are—seen, not truly known. And despite keeping up with politics, she could hardly recall anything of substance that he'd done for Gotham.
Sure, he'd put Salvatore Maroni behind bars, but Maryam suspected he was just another cog in the Falcone family's machine. Who in Gotham wasn't at this point? The city was still in shambles, with criminals running rampant, homelessness skyrocketing, and the gap between the rich and poor only growing wider. Every promise the mayor made during his campaign had turned out to be empty words, nothing but lies wrapped in false hope.
Everything was a fucking mess.
Yet, despite her cynicism, she found herself more worried about George than the murdered politician. The boy was innocent, a child who had nothing to do with the murky underworld of Gotham.
Her aunt had been babysitting him for three years now, and Maryam had often found herself at her aunt's house, playing with the boy, listening to his innocent laughter. She couldn't help but feel a pang of protectiveness for him.
