Queen Cobra (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

Chapter One

White hot flames as far as the eye can see is the only thing I remember from that night. Every inch of my home, gone in minutes. Lit like the Fourth of July.

Tables burned, walls crumbled, destruction raged all around me, yet I could do nothing. I tore my throat from crying out for help. Again and again, no one came. Nobody could hear the poor little girl trapped in a waking nightmare.

It wasn't until I could hear the sirens that I stopped screaming. Then the world turned to dust and ashes.

~•~

I didn't speak for days, I barely ate the food the hospital gave me. Nothing could erase the memories. Nothing could fix what happened.

Detectives came in at all hours of the day, trying to get some information out of me. What happened? Where was your father at the time of the fire?

I simply turned away, I couldn't talk about it. No, I wouldn't. Even detective Gordon came to me at one point, the same look in his eyes from the night Bruce's parents were killed.

Pity.

Of course he pitied the girl who had just lost everything. Of course he would act all gentle to make me feel better. I hated that act more than anything.

I hated it so much that it took every ounce of my energy to not yell at him to get out. I guess he could tell I didn't like it because he sat straighter and hardened his gaze. "(Y/N), we need the information, it could endanger all of Gotham if we don't get a lead."

There it is. The real detective everyone else gets to see.

My voice was hoarse as I said to him,"Detective, there will be no other attacks. I was the only target." He looked at me questionably, clearly confused. I tried to be as vague as possible, it was too much information for my aching throat to spew out into the open. "He didn't want me, he made that prominently clear. It was simply an act of anger. There will be no more attacks."

"Why?"

"That, Detective, is something I just don't know." The lie was like acid on my tongue, burning away everything it touched. Detective Gordon obviously had no idea, so I shut my mouth, leaned further into my pillows, and stared out the window at the city that I loved so dearly.

From that day forward, everything was different.

~•~

"Miss (L/N), are you ready to go?" I looked up at Alfred. He was standing in the doorway, a raven haired boy with a familiar face standing right next to him.

I grabbed the coat that Bruce brought me during my time at Gotham General, my hands gently running over the silky fabric. The only good part about all of this was seeing him more.

After everything with his parents, he hardly came out of his place. Now I guess it was my turn.

Bringing myself out of my never ending thoughts, I stood up straight, just as my father had taught me, and walked over to the two silently.

"Yes."

~•~

Two weeks swiftly passed by at Wayne Manor, and I had finally settled in. It felt strange living with Bruce. But it also felt so good to be around him more. His smile was basically the only thing that would get me through every miserable day. Just the sound of his voice managed to relax me in my worst moments. I had a lot of those.

But most days I would sit by the window in his father's study, gazing out onto the grass. I'm not sure what I expected to see other than trees and some squirrels. Maybe I expected my father to come running up to me like he used to, spinning me around in the air when we hugged. Or maybe I expected to see the Waynes, all happy and thriving. I remember watching them play with each other. The love they radiated even made me feel happy, for once. Sincerely loved.