// narration//
The blast had partially achieved its purpose. It killed the joker.
But (y/n) was still alive.
Yes, she had quite a few bumps and bruises, a few nasty cuts too, but it was nothing that a good doctor couldn't fix.
(Y/n) made a rather quick recovery, but the doctor still insisted that she take it easy.
That wasn't a problem for her though.
Despite the fact that what happened was not her fault at all, (y/n) still felt guilty.
This was because they were never able to find Fang.
Alive at least.
The only thing they could find of Fang's was a scrap of her shirt, matted with blood.
Bruce tried to console (y/n) and she was grateful that he made effort in that area, but Fang was her friend, and she felt as if she failed her.
As for Shayera, both Bruce and (y/n) attempted to make things right with her. She refused any attempt at contact.
In fact, she even tried to submit a formal resignation to the justice league, but they wouldn't accept it.
That day, Bruce had went to that meeting, but (y/n) was instructed to stay home. Alfred was there if she needed anything.
(Y/n) was getting ready to get up and go for a run, when Alfred brought her something to eat for lunch.
The butler arched an eyebrow in curiosity. "I thought you were supposed to be resting, (y/n)," he said.
She looked at him, "I feel fine. Thanks for the concern though."
Alfred set the Trey down on a nearby nightstand. "You know that Bruce told me to keep you in bed. He's worried about you... we all are."
// (y/n)'s POV//
I stopped when he said that. I was worried too.. but not for the same reasons he was.
Hell, I didn't even know why I was worried. I just felt...
Numb?
Kind of..
Weak?
Sort of..
Sad?
Definitely .
Though how can I explain it to Alfred, who wasn't there? How can I tell him that I failed in what I went out to do, and that resulted in Fang getting killed?
I looked up at Alfred, tears filling my eyes.
"I'm sorry."
