[ three : long gone ]
present day
SHE SLIPPED HER BATH ROBE BACK ON, wrapping her hair in a towel.
She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat out on her balcony.
She watched the sunset, she'd seen a thousand sunsets with him but it would never be a thousand and one.
The caffeine drink hit her lips, she closed her eyes, a tear slipped through and slowly but surely she began to cry.
SHE COULDN'T GET OVER HIM,
no matter how many times she told herself,
he's dead,
he's not coming back,
ever.
Although her biggest mistake was not taking him to the Lazarus Pit and having a second chance.
But she did want him to turn out like her.
A cold, heartless killer who barely understood emotions.
It was so close to the day, that tragic day that her once lover took his final breath. Almost five years of continuous heart break.
She was torn between her thoughts. Interrupted by the ring tone of her cellphone, she answered,
"Hello?"
"Anastasia?"
"Bruce?"
Her tone was confused, she hadn't received a call from the caped crusader since her funeral, when she staged her death at age sixteen. She sat there in disbelief.
"I know you've gone into retirement but there's a case and I think it's about Jason-"
"How?! He's dead Bruce!" She began to collect tears in her eyes, "five years. It's been almost five years, how could Jason possibly be involved in anything?"
A long pause.
"Just come to Gotham."
His voice boomed through the telephone, she whipped her tears away and responded with a shaken up tone,
"I'll be there as soon as I can."
Then hung up the phone.
She sighed, wiping her tears away, leaving to catch a flight to Gotham.
YOU ARE READING
not deaths bitch | jason todd
Fanfiction❝ he was devilishly handsome but cold and insane ❞ p . s i've taken some lines from "Batman: Under The Red Hood" so rights go to the creators of DC, I only own Anastasia and Jack.
