Clothed in our grief

Chapter Fifty Four

  a/n: This chapter was really rushed because I'm going to be changing the story arc, plus it's 2 am and i accidentally fell asleep at 7 pm so yea, sorry. I don't know why I won't update this at another time when I'm better stable, i just really wanna finish this chapter soon.

"Why is she covered in so much blood?" Dick asked, mask off and staring at Constantine with a less than amused look.It hasn't even been a couple hours without Bruce and Already Constantines managed to do some "Voodoo shit", as Jason called it. Rushing you into the cave was one thing, making sure you didn't die right away was another.

"If Nick was the one responsible for why she was kidnapped, could be a number of things." John replied, looking at you from the other side of the glass as you slept on a bed in one of the glass cells in the cave. John didn't want to recommend it, but if they really did do something to you? It's best to keep you away from people.

"Oh oh my god." Both Dick and John turned around when Tim's voice rose up. He had been taking samples of the blood you were covered in to see if it matched up with anybody in the bat computers systems of records.
He was sitting closest to you, using the computer right on the inside of the glass. It can easily be switched over, because in cases like this? These cells aren't always used for the bad guys.

"What is it?" Damian piped up, from his own side of the cave from where he had been pacing Meanwhile, both John and Dick were making their way over to Tim, who stood nervously with his hand over his mouth. Mask off, and worried confused eyes.

Water dripped down from the top of the cave as the two read the name of the clear match the blood belonged to, Dick turning to see if Damian was coming over or not. And he was.

"Tim, turn it off." Dick mumbled, Tim only gave him a stern look and shook his head.
"Why? We don't even know what this means-" Tim replied, raising an eyebrow, even confused as to why he's defending Damian. Then again this is different.
"Exactly. We don't know what this means." Dick was quick to cut Tim off, placing his right hand on his face. Pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Drake, I demand an answer-" Damian glared, ripping off the green domino mask, along with his black and yellow cape. Letting the cape drop to the floor for him to walk away from, as his mask was being gripped in his fist. Tossed to the side the moment he came to the computer close enough to just barely read the name, but he got enough of it before stopping.

Damian just stopped, stood still. Eyes wide and fingers uncurling to go limp. As if to be able to use the little strength it took to keep his fists balled up because of his anger towards Tim just suddenly vanished. His face paled a little bit, he lost the color in his cheeks. He felt himself grow colder, and it suddenly felt like breathing was a hard thing to do. As if the air was too cold for that, hurting his throat.

"John? Do you have any idea how to explain this?" Dick said quietly, not exactly a whisper. Damian could still hear him, but his words weren't registering normally. Not even going on one ear to go out the other, they just weren't making sense to him. None of this was.

"Was Talia buried or cremated?" John asked, turning to look at Damian with a look that said he needed to be completely honest. Nothing about this is normal, and that needs to be known. Damian, who had seemed to be spacing out, shook his head a couple times to try and get himself to focus again.

"She was buried." Tim answered, John only groaned and went to rub his eyes with the heels of his hands. Walking away from Tim and Dick past Damian, who was still standing there in disbelief.

"Got any shovels?" John asked, picking up a bottle of whiskey that'd been in the cave since he brought it in. Making his own hiding places is something he does to every place he visits and stays at. This one, Bruce wasn't exactly fond of John hiding alcohol in some places. Let alone at all.