Clothed in our grief

Chapter Forty Nine

(Five hours later, in crime Alley.)

"Police are looking for the fifteen year old girl named (Y/n) (L/n). She is (height), with (h/c) hair. She was last seen at the Gotham Central City Library aside from being in her home. (Y/n) is believed to be a runaway, she was last seen wearing a red zip up sweatshirt and grey basketball shorts. If you see this girl, please call the police." Speaks a straight faced blonde woman with teeth just about as straight and white to be on a toothpaste commercial. In a red blazer, white button up, and holding a handful of papers before her.

Lea stands in front of the T.V with a dropped jaw, standing by a shopping window that has the news playing. She was just on her way home when passing by. The window is broken, there's a very visible crack in the upper corner. The television screen is playing a distorted vision but there's no way in hell she can mistake your face for anything else. No matter the quality. You're her best friend, she's going to recognize you anywhere. They're using a picture of you, smiling.

Lea dropps her duffel bag to her side, as her jaw went slack. Leather jacket getting pelted with heavy rain, limbs going limp by her side. Eyes growing large and watering as rain slides down the bridge and drips off the curve of her button like nose. Sliding down her cupid's bow until the drop is gliding down her chin.

The camera was switched to your mother and father, in the hospital. Your father at your mother's side, while they spoke about any personal things on your body that could help identify you. Things such as birthmarks and scars. An image was shown of your bare back and it made Lea visually wince at the sight. Hating seeing it, but knowing it was important if you're missing.

As the rain continues shovelling downwards, she looks up at the sky as the news reports switch to more updates on the topic at hand. Only so she can look up and see a bright white light in the air shaped like a bat.

"She wouldn't have just run away."

**

"If you're watching this, it means Laura went through with the plan and made contact with this Bruce Wayne."

There's a bright blue light shining before Laura, or better known here as Detective Morris. After placing the large silvery device on the ground the moment Batman showed up, she stepped back and hit play. Crossing her arms and letting the hologram recording video of Bruce's message that he made for himself. Quite literally. Because Laura knew Bruce pretty well, and she had made it very obvious that she knew this Bruce wasn't going to believe a word she said without any proof.

"We are in trouble. This war has been going on for three years, people have died and been crippled." In the background of the hologram there's a glass case, one not meant to be in the view of anybody. It being there must have been a mistake, Because Laura knows that Bruce hates looking at another glass case holding yet another suit of a dead partner. This time it wasn't Jason.

"I sent Laura Constantine, because she's one of the few members of the Justice League that are capable of going through multiple reality's through the Tower of Fate. I believe she may be accompanied by Adrian Grace, a spiritual being who is more than capable of giving the extra help if he feels like he's in the mood too. He's a universal being, in terms it means there's only one of him. Whereas there's multiple different Bruce Wayne's on multiple different realities and universes. There is only one of him. Making sure he can help is vital-"

"What is this." It's not a question, Laura knows it. And upon looking away from the bright blue hologram to the vigilante clothed in black before her? She can see the mixed emotions of confusion and rage in what's visible on his face. A scowl and a twitching vein on his neck just barely visible.