The Blackwell Legacy

Chapter 4

I was in the hospital, looking at the lifeless body of my mother. She wasn't any longer by my side. She has promised me, she wouldnt leave me alone. Never. Yet, she was the one whose Hand i was holding. I could feel her coldness. Tears ran down my cheek. I had wished it was a Joke. Wished she would stand up and hug me, saying 'Suprise' but it didn't happen. Now I was all alone in this curel world. 

Suddenly the door to the morgue opened and two people entered. I regonized one when I turned around. Bruce Wayne. His black hair was styled and he had some scars on his face. Typical Bruce. He also had a child with him. Probably around 14. His black hair was the same as Bruce's. Why am I lying? He was the same as Bruce. His eyes, his hair, even his postion to stand and also his aura around him. I didn't know if I should talk or stay quiet so I turned back to the body of my mother holding her hand. Still feeling their present behind me. "Hey, you've changed a lot since the last years." I heard Bruce talking, softer than remembered. "Well it's been couple of years since our last meeting." I said. I didn't care if I sounded cold or not. I was mad at him and sad for my mother. He choosed the wrong time and place to talk with me about the past. Like. What did he expect? Should I run to him ans hug? 

The Nurse in the mourge told me that the body has to go back in the freezer and told us to leave. I walked out unwillingly but what could I even do? The heart warming heat of my mother was long gone. "Hey...This is your brother Damian by the way. Your half brother." Wow. So he had a son drom another woman too but here he cared for him? "Damn. He must be pretty important for you, if your gaking vare of him, while leaving my mom behind." I said ironic. My emotions and feelings were messes up and him beimg here, didn't help me at all. Bruce's cold eyes were connecting with mine. Bloody hell. He is still as annoying as he was. 

My eyes went back to Damian. How he also tried to be cold just like his father, but his act was obvious. He shouldn't destroy his life like Bruce. "Don't try to be like your father. He is an assh0le." I said before walking away. "Wait here young lady." I heard Bruce calling me demanding and firm. "And what if not?" "Then you won't have anywhere to stay. I am your father and you shall listen to me-" but before he could continue I cut him off. "Like he'll you're my father. You never cared!" "I did! I always did! I helped your mother with money whenever she needed! How do you think did she buy you an E-Scoter?!" He raised his voice. I didn't know that. My eyes widen, and the anger slowly faded away. I had to urge to say something but didn't know what. But even before I could've talked, he spoke again. Softer now"I was always with you. No matter what. I helped your mother with everything. From money to healing wounds and-" he stopped. Healing wounds? What does he mean? "What wounds?" I asked. He stayed silent. His facial expression was more like he regrets something. What was he hiding?

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I think this chapter is the longest so far :)

Next week comes a new chapter