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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هليرانيكماأراه، أمأننيضائعةفيالظلام does he see me as I see him, or am I lost in shadows dim
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MARYAM BEN HALIMI WAS A LIAR. A HYPOCRITE.
And Harvey Bullock was the one making her feel that way.
Not entirely his fault, though. She knew he was joking.
But still.
It hurts.
To know the very truth.
To know that the one thing she prided herself on — the very thing others always teased her about as The Wraith — was her no killing rule.
God, that fucking rule.
She was a liar and a hypocrite, and she knew it.
She had told Bruce about her code so easily, as if it were absolute, as if it were truth. But deep in the recesses of her heart, buried beneath years of quiet, silent guilt — she knew better.
Because she had killed.
Once.
And once was enough.
Enough to crack the foundation of everything she claimed to stand for.
Enough to stain her hands in a way no amount of scrubbing, no justification, could ever erase. The ghost of it settled in her chest, dense, unmoving, like iron lodged in her ribs : sinking, suffocating, stealing the very essence of who she was.
No one knew.
No one could know.
It was ironic, wasn't it?
A child trained to fight, molded into a weapon in every sense of the word, yet when faced with the real thing, when it came down to life or death, she couldn't pull the trigger.
Her.
Prizka. The Wraith. The Clever Fox. Lady Justice.
Whatever name her enemies or supporters had given her, it didn't matter. Because in the end, she was a coward.
