mayhem - damirae

one - bird undone

February 11th, 2018

"So, I guess you found out." Dick crossed his arms, walking down the steps as if he were expecting me. 

"When Bruce smashed the table, his emotions were so strong that it left a mark and a piece of his mind lingered." Dick wrapped his arms around me, only a bit surprising.

"I miss him." He spoke into my hair.

"I do too." Though I didn't like the thought of being at the manor, especially now, but it calmed me somehow. I think it was because everyone here felt what I felt, no mixed emotions.

He brought me inside, going down to the cave to inform Bruce. Damian had told me that he wanted a night funeral if he ever died. He liked the fireflies that came out at night.

I found myself face to face with Cassandra, who I had never had a conversation to. Damian had told me that she was practically mute, and she only spoke a little when neccessary. She gave me a sympathetic look, putting her hand on my forearm.

'I knew it from the start. He cared so much.' I felt dumbfounded by her knowing of my telepathy. A memory of me and Damian at the dinner before Christmas Eve was shown, as was how Cassandra caculated the body language we were both exhibiting. I smiled at her, and she smiled back, walking past me and into the kitchen. I didn't know where to go, so I cautiously wandered into Bruce's study, sitting down in the first chair I saw. Traveling through shadows was exhausting.

Eventually Alfred had come in, asking if I needed anything and to show me my room, which was the one I had during the holidays.

"Thank you, Mr. Pennyworth."

"Don't bother, Miss Roth, call me Alfred." I nodded, and he turned away, and I closed my door, setting down my backpack on the bed, and sitting next to it.

Sooner than I expected, Dick called me out for the ceremony, and I got dressed as quickly as possible. A plain, black long sleeved shirt, and a nice pair of dress pants.

The night was cold, which I supposed was how Gotham typically was. I noticed how there were many fireflies buzzing about, as the guys carried out the casket. I could feel my heart dropping more and more with every footstep.

It wasn't much. Just everyone saying their prayers, and thier regrets. It was dead silent as the casket was lowered, and the boys shoveled in the dirt by themselves. Cassandra had her head tucked into Stephanie's shoulder. Kate Kane and her father stood quietly, arms folded behind them and heads up in a sort of vigil. Alfred and I stood together, unmoving.

It was only a couple minutes before Damian was completely buried, and everyone had left. Almost everyone.

"I'm sorry." Bruce looked over at me, slightly startled by the fact that somebody had stayed in his mourning.

"Me too." He muttered, his voice thick. I took a deep breath, trying to figure out how I would say this. Bruce tolerated me, but I don't think he particularly liked me. I didn't want him angry.

"I know what you're thinking." He turned his whole head to face me really fast, as if I had insulted him. I almost had to take a step back, at the glare he sent my way. "It's not the best way, my father made the pits." 

"It's the only way." He returned to staring at the gravestone silently, as if nothing had happened. It took more courage, and a couple seconds for me to speak again.

"No it's not." His head swiveled again, his full attention on me. "I... When I lived on Azarath, we did extensive studies on resurrection spells and certain items that could recreate life. I know a lot of different things and-" His hands landed on my shoulders, startling me extensively. 

"You mean-" I felt alarmed, and quickly spat out the best option, which had been playing over and over again in my head.

"The chaos crystal is the most efficient way to prove a definite conduit, but last it was seen, it was on Earth, being searched for by it's master, Kaiyo." He stayed quiet, his eyes moving slightly as he pondered the idea.

"If I could do it, I'd need your help." He swallowed, his gaze resting on my face. He looked so similar to him.

"We need to do it, as soon as possible." I nodded, and he kept a hand on my shoulder, stiffly leading me away from the graveyard.

It was hours before Bruce had let us all go to bed. We were searching possible places where chaotic energy was most rampant. We had found a couple places, but we wouldn't know it was her until we would actually found her.

I fell back onto my bed, looking across to rug to the chair in the room. It had the hoodie I wore last time I was here. I sighed, feeling my lower lip beginning to tremble.

I didn't know if I could do this. I've never had the need to bring somebody back to life before, and now so many people were depending on me to do it. I got off the bed, grabbing the hoodie, then folded the covers back over myself.

I took a look at the hoodie, seeing the words "Gotham Academy" printed over the black material in yellow.

It was Damian's.

I pressed my face into it, promising myself not to cry, for I didn't want to ruin it. I let out a really shaky sigh, then closed my eyes, sleep eventually overtaking me.

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