𝐓𝐔'𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈 تقبرني,
❝ their love was a silent symphony,
beautiful and tragic,
played only for them,
and heard by none but the night. ❞
𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 ━━━━━
B. WAYNE x FEM!OC
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تتسللبهدوء،كأنهالاتنتميلهذاالعالم،لكنهافيكلمكان she slips by quietly, as if it doesn't belong to this world, yet she's everywhere
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LIKE A SPECTER SUMMONED FROM THE DEPTHS, the Wraith moved as if she had slipped between worlds — too ethereal to belong to this one, too haunting for the next.
Her footsteps, quiet as whispered breath, brushed across the ground as though she drifted from some forgotten realm, and no one had the wisdom to send her back.
Two years.
Two long years since she'd walked in this skin.
Two years since her debt to Mooney was paid in full.
Two years free of Madam Mooney.
She had convinced herself she would never long for it, never mourn its absence.
After all, it had been a burden, a relentless weight pressing down on her soul, leaving scars she had hoped time would erase. And yet, absence has a way of reshaping memory, softening the edges of pain until only the echo of purpose remains. Old habits, after all, are stubborn things; they refuse to wither, clinging to the bones like shadows of another life.
So when a goal ignited within her once more, it didn't matter how many years had passed or how heavy the past still sat upon her shoulders ; nothing would keep her from chasing it.
She was relentless.
It was a familiar kind of hunger : sharp, unforgiving, like a blade in the dark. She had learned long ago that once she set her sights on something, the world could burn for all she cared because no matter what, she'd still find her way through the ashes.
Two years away from the Wraith's skin hadn't dulled her instincts, nor had they quieted the ghost that lived inside her.
It lingered, always just beneath the surface, waiting for a reason to crawl back out. Perhaps that was why she walked this path tonight.
