Queen Cobra (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

Chapter Two

When I came to, everything was silent except for the bickering of Jerome Valeska and Theo Galavan. Head pounding, I sat up and took in my surroundings. The whole room was dark, there were bodies on the floor. Some were dead, some still clinging to the little hope they had left.

I lifted myself up off of the ground only to watch as Theo Galavan met the stage with a resounding thud. "Shit."

I ducked back under the table, looking around for any sign of Bruce. Instead, my eyes landed on a disheveled Alfred. I crawled over to him, being sure to not cut myself on the shards of glass. "Alfred, where's Bruce?"

He grabbed my arms and pulled me up to my feet. "He went off to go find Miss Kyle."

I ducked my head as a gunshot rang through the room. "I need to find him. Which way did he go?"

"Absolutely not, I will not let you go after him." I was about to protest but Jerome's voice was louder than my own thoughts.

"Where is Bruce Wayne?"

Everyone's heads turned all around the room, looking for the boy. He was nowhere to be found. Jerome got more and more frustrated until his partner muttered something to him.

In the blink of an eye, Alfred was being hauled onto the stage. I ran forward. "No, take me instead! Leave Alfred alone!" Jerome eyed me intently.

"Quite a bold little girl, aren't you?" He stared at me for a second longer before turning to his men. "Shoot them both." As the guns aimed, I heard a loud protest from the back of the ballroom.

Bruce.

As he shoved his way through the crowd, I could only stare in shock. There was no way this could be happening. It had to be a nightmare that I would wake up from at any minute. It had to be.

Yet as Jerome snatched him up and brought his knife to Bruce's throat, I darted towards the two, praying I could save him. The moment seemed to last a lifetime.

The murderous gleam in Jerome's eyes. The terror in Bruce's. The yell from Alfred. Time stopped and that's all I could sense.

I didn't see the knife that came for my hand, slicing it across the back like it was paper. Then everything really did stop and I fell to the marble below me in a heap of tulle and glitter.

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"(Y/N)! (Y/N), please wake up! Come on!"

Project Cobra was a failure, I have to get rid of the evidence.

"Why isn't she waking up? (Y/N)!"

This is all my fault, she's the reason Adelaide is dead. I made her, I have to destroy her.

Sirens. I heard sirens through my daze. I could faintly hear voices, but I wasn't comprehending any of it. I could only focus on my father's voice as he ripped everything I ever believed into shreds.

You know the protocol, this has to end. I can't take care of her, I can hardly look at her anymore. You'll know when I'm finished.

I gasped for air as I woke up in an ambulance. Bruce shot up and gripped the side of my cot tightly. "(Y/N), are you okay? What happened?"

I looked over at the IV that was now running into my hand. Without hesitation, I yanked it out. "Stop the ambulance."

"(Y/N), what are you doing?!"

"I said stop the ambulance!" Tears threatened to slip out of my bloodshot eyes and I furiously blinked them away. He didn't get a chance to hold me back as the ambulance stopped before it could hit oncoming traffic.

I pushed him back, threw open the back doors of the ambulance and ran. I kept running and running and running until my lungs burned as much as my legs did. Panting, I pushed my back onto an alley wall and slid to the ground.

The tears were back, but this time there was no stopping the flood. Through my watery vision, I watched my bandaged hand as I moved it in every direction I could think of.

No pain.

I tore through the thick bandages with my broken nails until all of it was off of my hand. And all I saw was the stain of blood. No cut. No scar.

I bit back a scream.

This is why he had to kill me. This is why he had to kill me? I didn't understand it. I couldn't.

I moved my hand about, staring at its unmarred surface. Why did he have to get rid of me? What could possibly have failed if I could heal like this?

Was I made to be something else?

If so, what was I supposed to be and why did I never know?