She stared at the casket in front of her, when the news of Jason's death was announced, she had completely shut down. Jason, her baby bird, the boy wonder who had welcomed her into the family with open arms and a warm smile.
It was seeing his body that sobered her into finally realizing he was gone. To realize he was never coming back. Still, in her mind, she begged for her eyes to be wrong, for all of this pain to be a bad dream, and for her to wake up to an alive Jason.
Holding onto the edge of the coffin, she cried, her screams of anguish filling the church. She wasn't ready to let him go, she didn't want to say goodbye to him.
It wasn't fair, he was only a boy, a boy who loved, a boy who breathed, a boy who lived and who was good despite what his background was.
"Jason, "Her voice cracked."Jason wake up! Open your eyes, Jay!"
Each and every time she was being pulled off she would just struggle against whoever tried taking her from him. She didn't want him to be left alone, she didn't want to be away from his side anymore.
It took Alfred placing a gentle yet firm hand on her to finally get her to let him go.
Leaving her to do nothing but cry.
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On the day of his burial, Kore was silent, quietly sobbing as she watched her heart be set six feet under the ground.
That night she didn't sleep.
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Days past, Kore stayed in her room, as Bruce buried himself in his work. Both greaving in their own way, yet both equally unhealthy.
Kore was a mess, her skin paled, and her eyes dulled, she looked like she had when Bruce first met her.
She was an assassin before all this, raised by others like her, willing to kill because she was made to not care for life. She started in this world with nothing and no one. Now she had everything to lose, and within a couple of short years, she had just lost it all.
Her father too depressed to be that any longer, the young boy she took on the role as a mother for, dead and buried.
She only had Alfred, and even then, he was busy, taking care of the mansion and her father.
Everything was gone, her will broken, all because of one man.
One fucking man, who wore a sickening smile on his face. A smile that could laugh at the worst tragedies because he found others pain funny. A man who was a complete sadist.
A man...........she could stop.
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She grabbed her costume, it was a metallic dark red, gold, and black. Her mask hiding her identity.
She made her way to Arkem, the suit giving her all the access she needed.
Walking down to Joker's cell, there was only one stop she had gone to before here.
The one place she knew Batman would immediately get a call that she was there.
GCPD, where she took an important piece of evidence from.
She walked into the cell, smirking as she knew the guards wouldn't check a hero of Gotham.
"Hello Joker," Her voice was strained which only made Joker laugh, he knew exactly why she was here.
"My, my, come to kill me in Batsy's absence!?"He cackled.
She only hummed as she lightly tapped the crowbar in her hand to her opposite palm.
"Ohhh, I see you have the little gift I left for the caped crusader!" Another cackle left his throat as she slowly walked towards him.
She smiled at him, her eyes closed in a sweet response to his teasing. She showed him her mask, the hallow smile, the fake exterior a general who was at the front of war puts on to hide his own emotions when she opened them her eyes held a glimmer in them, that matched his own.
