Chapter 2: Secrets

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Bruce was at work. Jack raked his hand through his bright green hair in the mirror, visibly shaking.

"Master Jack, are you alright? Is it..."

"Don't say it. I can't bear the thought. Just... go. Please."

Alfred retreated out of the bathroom, looking defeated. Jack took a deep breath and stared at his reflection, seeing hatred and loathing staring back at him. Jack knew he'd have to talk about it eventually, but right now the thought couldn't even enter his mind. In an impulse of rage, Jack smashed his fist through the mirror, not wanting to see his own lying face. He looked down at his bleeding knuckles, before wiping them down his shirt and walking out.

Bruce arrived back at the mansion late that night. He went into the bathroom, and stared in horror as his eyes met the distorted ones in the cracked and bloody mirror. Bruce hurried into the bedroom, and, shaking Jack awake, demanded to know what had happened.

Jack's tired and sluggish eyes opened slowly, taking in the frantic nature of Bruce bent over him.

"Wh - what are you talking about? I was... asleep." Jack managed to utter.

"The bathroom! What happened? Was it you? Or Dick... oh god, I hope he's okay."

"Dick's fine. It was me, there's been a lot going on lately, and I overspilt a bit. I'll buy us a new one, promise." Jack confessed, "Can I go back to sleep now?"

"Yeah, of course, sorry. You sleep, babe. Sorry I overreacted."

"Don't worry about it."

Bruce climbed into bed and put his arm around the near-sleeping figure. Jack smiled softly,  before drifting off to sleep.
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A/N: so so sorry I haven't posted in ages, there's been so much going on with exams and school. I might post another chapter later. enjoy, lovelies!💕

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