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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حتىلوقتلني،أنتالوحيدالذيأريده even if it kills me, you're the one that I want
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"SORRY WE'RE LATE," Maryam said, her voice cutting through the hollow stillness of the rooftop.
Rain pelted the city below, the murmur of distant sirens rising and falling like the tide.
Gordon glanced at her, then at the looming figure behind her — the Bat, as much shadow as man. "Yeah," he muttered, rubbing his jaw. The motion revealed a livid bruise blooming along his cheekbone, tinged blue and purple under the dim light. "I can see that."
Maryam's eyes narrowed, her gaze flicking to Gordon's injury. "What happened to your face?" She didn't wait for him to answer. "Don't tell me it's from him," she added, jerking a thumb toward the vigilante now stepping silently beside her.
Gordon winced as if the memory stung more than the bruise. "Well..." he trailed off, throwing the Bat an exasperated look. "You could've pulled your punch, man..."
"I did." He met Gordon's gaze unflinchingly, his tone carrying no trace of apology.
Maryam rolled her eyes and shook the rain from her coat. "Anyway," she said briskly, producing the slim file from beneath her arm. "Here's the case I mentioned."
Gordon took the folder with a sharp exhale, flipping it open. His face twisted as his eyes landed on the first photo. "Jesus..." he muttered, shaking his head, the color draining from his face.
The Bat stepped closer, like a silent shadow, peering over Gordon's shoulder at the crime scene photographs. If the gruesome images affected him, he didn't show it. His presence was almost palpable, no, oppressive even, yet Maryam noticed how still he was — as though he were carved from the rain-soaked stone around them.
"Three victims so far," the medical examiner began, pacing to the edge of the rooftop. "First, Fiona Harrison, five days ago. Found under the Gotham Bridge. Then this morning, Jennifer O'Malley and Fatima Saffour, discovered in Robinson Park."
