The White Knight // Batman

Chapter Thirty-Four

My Dearest Batman,

I never thought that it was real but when I had come out of the nightmare, Robin and Nightwing were in sorrow at the Bat Cave. It's been months since your death and I miss you more than anything. I know that what my father did was harsh but after that, I had to step over the line and I had killed him. It wasn't my best choice since it haunts me day in and day out but he was a figment of imagination to me. On the bright side, I had my brothers with me and Alfred. They meant a lot to me and actually, Nightwing had stepped up to the plate and became Batman. After a few weeks of that, I had to leave the team. I packed my things and went back to Blüdhaven. 

I will always miss you. I go to your grave daily and cry. You meant a lot to me, not only as a lover but my personal hero. I had fallen for you when I first saw those blue eyes and saw the good things you were doing. You were always there for people and always had faith in the bad guys. Joker and Harley actually came and found me in Blüdaven and turns out, they had married and, the best thing ever, Harley was going to have a child. Joker died his hair black and had changed everything about him. He got something to remove the scars on his face and he actually looked normal. His skin was still pale but he had self-tanning spray on. They offered me to stay with them and I did since I didn't want to be alone without you anymore.

"If I know Bat's," Joker, now known as Jack, told me, "He is hiding somewhere. Waiting for the time to pass through." 

Jack had turned into a friend, someone I wasn't afraid of anymore. God really healed him, Bruce. I wish you can see him. I would think you two would be best friends. Days go on and I wish you were back. The good thing about today is that it's our anniversary. I'll be here, Bruce. I love you very much. I hope you come through my window. 

Your's forever,

Jasper Long-Wayne (one day babe) 

I closed the journal with tears coming down my tears. I laid on the bed, putting the journal under my bed. This is the second journal that I have written to Bruce. Today, I had a feeling that he was going to be coming through my window. I was still sad though, I have had this feeling many times. But as I laid there, I prayed a lot for Bruce Wayne. I kept telling God that I missed him and that my shattered wouldn't heal. I fell asleep that night only to wake up to someone holding me while I was in bed. I screamed and went to hit his pressure point when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him and kissed me. 

I kissed him back with everything I had to know that it was my Bruce. My body glowed a little which made it actually easier to see him. So, I pulled away and smacked him across the face. I kept doing it until I broke down in tears and sobbed into his chest. 

"I had to," he whispered, "I knew what you needed to do and I couldn't be around, baby. I'm so sorry." 

"You could have said something!" I screamed pulling away, "I nearly died! I killed him! I killed my father," I said and smacked him again. 

"I know you did. What happened was all an illusion. If you saw me after you came out it would have hurt your head. Nightwing and Robin, it wasn't as bad since you aren't as close to them as you are to me."

I nod and snuggled up to his chest. I didn't know what else to do besides lay here and wonder if this was actually real. What if my father sent one of his minions out to get me somehow? Could this be one of the councilmen trying to capture me? I shook my head from the crazy thoughts and wondered if something was going to happen to Bruce. He's been dead for months and suddenly he is in my life again. It can't be happening to me.

Anxiety rose in my chest and I quickly backed away from Bruce and went to the floor. 

"I'm sorry but I can't do this," I said and put my arms around me.  Bruce looked at me with tears in his eyes and quickly got up. He grabbed the journal from under my pillow and I went to grab it but he put it above his head. 

"These are letters you have written me, all of these I read Jasper. How can you possibly-"

"You're dead!" I screamed, "You're dead!" 

Bruce shook his head and came around the bed but I took a step back, "Don't come close to me, Bruce." I whispered to him and went to the door where my utility belt was hanging. I quickly turned to it and went to grab the taser and when I did, I turned back around seeing nothing but shadows of the dresser, an empty bed and an open window with the curtains slowly blowing in the breeze. 

That's when a shadow came and put his hand over my mouth and growled, "You will surely die, Jasper. Just like your precious Batman," the shadow said and in the blink of an eye, it was gone.