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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قبلنيوكأنهاأنفاسكالوحيدة kiss me as if it were your only breath
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CRACKED PHONE BARELY WORKING, its screen splintered like a spider's web.
Dried blood clung to her scrubs, a grim reminder of the night's chaos.
Bruises mottled her arms and neck, dark shadows etched into her skin.
Her lips, split from a fresh wound, stung sharply in the cold autumn air.
Maryam sat on a weathered bench by the bay, the tiny mobile clutched tightly in her hand. Being alone in Gotham was dangerous, especially with murders happening at every corner.
But it didn't matter. Not now. Not tonight.
The bridge loomed ahead, its steel arches glowing against the inky sky. The water beneath was as still as glass, broken only by the faint ripple of a passing boat. Maryam stared at it, unblinking, her hazel eyes catching the flickering lights from the towers beyond.
She didn't know how long she'd been sitting there, but her feet had carried her to this spot like they knew the way, long before her mind did.
She couldn't go home — not after what she'd seen, not after what she'd done.
When the notification lit up her shattered phone, she almost ignored it.
She didn't want to see him.
She didn't want to see anyone.
All she wanted was peace.
To be left alone.
But Zorro had other plans.
The message was simple yet persistent, and she found herself caving. Maybe he was hurt. Maybe he had something important, something she couldn't afford to overlook.
She didn't know.
Her thumb hovered over the screen. She didn't want to care. She didn't want to say yes. But she already knew she would.
