Gotham Gazette // J.V

Chapter 28

Kat's POV:

I never thought I'd be going to visit my own grave.

It's kind of morbid don't you think? Being able to witness the plot of dirt that everyone thought you were buried under, people thinking they would never see you again and most of them probably won't. That didn't stop me, though. I wasn't going pass up the opportunity to be able to say that I was one of the very few who saw where they were supposed to be buried.

Bruce and Alfred were completely opposed to the idea but I assured them that I would be ok and found a hat to cover my hair and a big pair of sunglasses to try and conceal my appearance. Alfred had dropped me at the almost empty cemetery, all except a couple of grieving families scattered along the park. I scanned the tombstones for one that had my name carved into the stone.

I looked for what seemed like ten minutes before my eyes drifted to an all too familiar head of red hair that sat in front of a grave that I could faintly see my name on from the distance I was standing at. I froze on the spot and I felt fear tickle my spine but couldn't do anything but stand there.

"So this is a goodbye I guess. And a sorry and an 'I miss you' you were my favourite snow globe, Kat. I love you." His voice drifted to my ears but the words that came from him weren't harsh or psychotic and he looked to be crying.

I had heard that he had made an appearance at my funeral and that left me furious. How could he ruin the one thing that was supposed to be peaceful for my father, some clarity and a goodbye that I will never hear? I wanted so desperately to yell and scream at him until I couldn't any longer but the way he was crying at my grave and said that he... Loved me.

How could he love me? I didn't even think he was capable of emotion, little own one like love.

I took one more glance at the sobbing psychopath that was sat in front of my fake grave before retreating to where Alfred's car was waiting for me. I hadn't realised that I had started crying before Alfred asked me what was wrong.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it." The rest of the way back to Wayne Manor was silent but my mind was screaming with thoughts. Why would Jerome bother crashing my funeral only to come back and cry at my grave? Did he actually say he loved me or was that some sort of sick misconception I had created? Did he really miss me? Does this mean he would stop looking for me?

Why did I care? I shouldn't care whether or not he loved me, I will most likely never see him again so it didn't matter even if I did care. Not that I cared.

"We're here, Miss Katerina," Alfred stated, already having opened my door and gesturing me to exit the car.

"I-Uh thanks, Alfred." I stuttered, still not thinking straight with all these questions flooding my mind. Alfred and I entered the house and I went up to see what Bruce was up to, seeing as he was probably still trying to find who murdered his parents. He hadn't opened up to me about yet, considering we had only spent two days together. I found him in his father's office like he had been every other time I've looked for him. I decided in order to take my mind off of the thoughts of Jerome I would try and help Bruce with his parents' death. I knocked lightly on the door and his head jerked up at me, the bags under his eyes were dark with lack of sleep and I could tell that mine resembled his.

"Oh hey, Kat." He greeted with fake cheeriness.

"Hey, Bruce." I made my way to the couch that was in front of the desk. "I just wanted to check and see how you were, you look as bad as I do," I muttered slightly tired.

"I'm doing fine Kat, you should be the one not doing well, I mean you just went to see your own grave." He laughed lightly and I joined him.

"Come here a sec?" I patted the spot next to me on the couch.

"What's this about?"

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that you are genuinely doing well." I stared into his icy blue eyes, slightly hazed with sleep deprivation. His eyes flickered from mine and shifted to the floor.

"I am well." He replied simply.

"Liar." I accused and his eyes shot back to mine.

"No, I'm not!" He exclaimed and I gave him a look that told him not to lie to me. "What do you want me to say?" He asked bitterly.

"How you really are," I replied sitting cross-legged in front of him on the couch.

"You wouldn't understand-"

"How it feels to lose a parent? I lost my mum when I was only little and I just witnessed my psychopathic kidnapper sob at my grave. Trust me I will understand." I explained but he still looked sceptical. "Alright remember when we were kids and we used to build a massive fort of blankets and we used to tell each other all our secrets?"

"What does this have to do with anything?" He asked curiously.

"Alfred! Can you please bring us any and all blankets and pillows in this whole place?" I called.

"A blanket fort I assume Miss Ferdine?" Alfred had a small smile on his face and I nodded giddily like a child.

"Well come with me." I left Bruce standing there baffled and followed Alfred to a massive linen closet full of spare pillows and blankets and I got as many as my arms could carry and dropped them into the office.

"We, my dear Bruce, are going to build a fort and share all our secrets."

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Here is a slightly happier chapter to make up for the last one. Sorry guys it had to be that way.

Don't you just love Bruce and Kat's friendship, I don't think I'm going to make their relationship romantic as I just don't think they work. Let me know what you think?

Both the new and the old cover (I love both of them more than words) were created by the absolutely amazing -sippycups- her covers and stories and everything about her is just awesome so check her out.

~Mikayla