The Masked Doll (Damian Wayne x reader)

Chapter 2

I walked between the graves, gravels screeching under my shoes. I walked across the dark crowd, which parted in two when I arrived. People were whispering into each other ears but when they crossed my gaze, they just shut up, turning their gaze away.

I stopped in front of the hole dug in the ground next to the graves of my parents. The tombstone at the opposite side of the hole seemed to look at me, glaring the golden letters of my sister's name at me, carving them inside of my skull.

Robert arrived next to me, while the hearse parked and men in black came in a slow pace to us, holding a dark wood coffin. I felt my throat tightening. I clasped my hands. The priest followed the coffin then stood still next to the tombstone, watching the men in black putting the coffin above the hole, on a kind of metal tray that will go down the hole to put the coffin at the bottom of it at the end of the ceremony.

The priest led the ceremony then Robert handed me a white rose. I grabbed it, feeling the sharp thorns digging through my glove into my palm.

I kissed the white petal, closing my eyes, praying for my sister to be happy wherever she was now. "I'm sorry" I whispered against the rose, the soft petal brushing my lips. "I'm sorry".

I put the rose on the wooden coffin. I wished to see her face one last time, but Robert told me it was better not to. He said that her face had been too damaged and it would spoil my memories of her to see her like this. I was too tired to protest.

My hand brushed the coffin. I sighed. "I hope you're in peace wherever you are Jessy. I hope you know how much I love you and how much I'm going to miss you" I said softly.

Finally, I stepped back, head down. Robert was the next one to put a white rose on the coffin. Then there were family's friends and some business partners of my parents. I recognized some of them like Maria Powers – a good friend of my mother – Roland Dagett – a business partner of my parents – or John Wycliffe – the best friend of my father.

One by one they threw a rose on the coffin, then walked to me, shaking my hand, muttering condolences. Then they just left in silence under the sun and the blue sky.

I asked Robert to get the car ready. I just wanted to be left alone with my sister a few minutes. I heard Robert's steps faded away. I sighed and took a step toward the coffin. I thought that everyone had left but a shadow covered the sun. I blinked a bit caught of guard.

Next to me stood Bruce Wayne and his son. Each of them had a white rose in hand. With respect they put them among their piers of the top of the coffin then Bruce turned toward me.

"I'm sorry for your loss" he said with a deep voice.

I looked into his blue eyes and I was surprise to see the sincerity of his words. Most of the others had come only because it was proper to do so. I nodded in silence. I could see there was something else in his eyes, but I didn't know him enough to read his gaze easily. He shook my hand then he began to walk away.

His son was the last one. He had deep green eyes and they had the same enigmatic look as his father's. Damian Wayne. I remembered him. We went to the same high school. He was bold and cocky at the time. Girls were fawning at him, still were. I couldn't blame them. He was handsome and clever. But at the time I wasn't interest in him like the others. There was something dangerous emanating from him. I could feel it.

Now, he seemed calmer than in his teenage years. We looked at each other in silence.

"I'm sorry for your loss" he said, repeating the words of his father. His voice was colder. I had the feeling he wanted to insinuate something behind his words. And his words didn't have the sincerity of his father's.