The Masked Doll (Damian Wayne x reader)

Chapter 3

The front doors opened, and I was met with silence and darkness. I stepped inside and I could hear the echo of my shoes against the marble floor.

Robert walked behind me, my suitcase and the box of my sister's belongings in his hands.

"Welcome home Miss Y/N" He said trying to be cheerful despite the current events.

I took the box of my sister from him. My fingers curled around the handles of the box. That was what was left of Jessy; a box.

Robert went to my room to put my suitcase in it then he walked back to the hall. I didn't move yet. My gaze was wandering around the walls where paintings were exposed.

Robert cleared his throat. "Miss Y/N, would you like something to eat? You must be harassed."

I looked at him. His wrinkled face was twisted with worry. I wasn't really hungry, but I didn't want him to worry too much about me.

I tried to smile but I failed. It seemed that it was too soon for those kinds of things.

" Could you make me a cup of tea and bring it to my room. Maybe you could bring some cookies too." I finally said. I saw that his face lit up at my words. "I 'm going to put the box in Jessy' s room then I will rest in my room."

He nodded with a smile. "Of course, Miss Y/N"

I left him here, with a smile on his face. I walked up the beautiful wooden stairs to go upstairs and I walked in the hallway. A red carpet was muffling my steps as I wandered. My mind was not looking around. I was not here in the present but in the past.

Memories of my childhood came back like waves washing over the present to replace it with images of the past. I could hear laughs and giggles. I could see flashed of colourful summer dresses of two young girls.

I passed in front a door, I saw the wooden toys my sister and I played with.

I passed in front of the painting of a man, I remembered that Jessy drew him a moustache when she was four and our parents wanted to punish her but laughed so hard when they saw the result on the painting.

Each step made my head hurt. Flashes of memories blinded me. I felt dizzy. I tripped on my own foot. I leaned against the wall in order to stay stood. My breath was short. A strange taste lingered on my tongue. I took a deep breath and took three quick steps to reach the door of my sister's bedroom.

I stayed still in front of the dark wooden door, a shivering hand on the doorknob. I never enter this room since I brought my sister to Arkham.

I finally opened the door. The room was in the dark. I switched on the light. I blinked, blinded by the artificial light.

I looked around. I smelt dust. It was really neat. The bed was made, there was not a thing misplaced. I put the box on the desk. My eyes landed on a frame picture. It was us. We were younger when the picture had been taken. I had an arm around her shoulders, and we were both smiling to the camera, or to be exact we were smiling to our father who was taking the picture.

I took the picture and sat on the bed. With my thumb, I brushed the fixed face of Jessy. No worries could be read in her eyes. There was nothing to warn us about what would happen. I laid down her bed, the frame pressed against my chest. I wasn't found of self-pity, but I could feel the now familiar lump forming in my throat.

Why us? I wondered. Why so many dramas happened to our family?

I rolled on my side, pressing my cheek on her pillow. It could be my imagination, but I thought that I could smell her perfume. I buried my nose in the pillow. Suddenly, I sat back. I had felt something, something hard. I let go of the frame and my hands went under the pillow. My fingers touched something cold and hard. I grabbed it; my breath caught up in my chest.

I looked down. It was a grey notebook.

Why did she have a notebook under her pillow? My fingers brushed the cold grey cover. Could I open it? I was about to open it when there was a knock on the door. Quickly I hided the notebook under the pillow.

As I was taking back the frame picture to replace it on the desk, Robert entered with a tray in his hand. A steaming cup of tea and three cookies on a white plate were arranged on the silver tray. Robert smiled at me.

"You should go to your room to rest Miss Y/N," he said with a kind smile. "The tea is ready. I'm going to put it in your room. Do not take too much time to go, or it would be cold."

I smiled back. "Thank you, Robert."

He disappeared behind the door and I could hear his steps going to my room. I began to walk back to the door, but I stopped. I looked back to the bed, biting my lip.

I sighed. My curiosity was too strong for my own good. I walked quickly to the bed again and took the notebook. Like a thief, I hided it under my clothes.

I didn't even know why I was so cautious. Why did I feel the need to hide it? And hide it from who? Robert?

I closed the door behind me and went to my room. I crossed the path of Robert on my way. He smiled at me, like a grandfather smiling softly to his grandchild. I wanted to smile but I felt tensed. I could strongly feel the weight of the notebook that I had slipped in my jeans, the cold cover making me shiver each time it brushed my skin.

I finally entered into my room and I locked the door behind me. I let escape a sigh. I hadn't even seen that I was stopped breathing for a moment.

I took out the notebook. I observed it for a few minutes. It had bended pages and the spine was cracked. It had been used a lot. I never saw Jessy with it before.

I felt my headache being worse. I was too tired for having so many thoughts whirling inside my head. I hided the notebook under my own pillow, deciding that I will open it when I will be better.

I drank my tea and ate one of the cookies, before changing in more comfortable clothes. Then I laid down my bed. My hand instinctively went under the pillow. My fingers wrapped themselves around the notebook securely.

The I finally felt asleep.  

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Hi dear reader :)

I apologize for updating so late. I hope you're not disappointed by this short chapter where there is no action. It is a kind of a transition chapter. 

I couldn't update because to be honest I was too tired to do it. I have definitively move in my new place and I have begun my master's degree so I was busy  ... and tired. I hope you don't mind.

As always, if you see any mistakes, feel free to tell me in order for me to correct it/them. And if you have any questions feel free to ask me in the comments (or in PM) too. 

Have a lovely day :)