The kids were sat around the table. A meeting Bruce called and he wasn't even there. Jason, as usual, was drinking. He hadn't stop since that night. No water. No food. Just drinking. Everyone knew it was unhealthy but decided against it to stop him.
The door swung open and in comes the man who called the meeting. Bruce had just come back from the morgue. He slowly sits down at the head of the table, staring down at the empty chair that sat across from him. The many fights and laughter that went on in that chair. In that spot.
He takes a deep breath before looking at everyone. "She's going to the funeral home now... I'm leaving you guys in charge to plan her funeral. Everyone is saying something. Diana included... which reminds me I have to—" he didn't finish before nodding and getting up.
When he left the first person to speak was Cassandra. "He's really going to leave this all to us?"
"I'm not surprised.." Jason slurs a bit before shrugging.
"I'll pick a casket with you two," Grayson says motioning to Cass and Steph, "tomorrow. Jason and Barbara handle the flowers. Damien and Duke can do catering. And a priest..." Dick slowly gets up and would make his way out the door. Everything was settled.
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As he walked through the row of caskets he imagined her dead body in each and would become more and more frustrated. Stephanie saw and moved to have him go outside.
Cassandra saw a nice white one that she knew would be perfect. The cost was no worries. She told the store clerk it would be that one. She sighs as she went over and paid.
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Jason was looking at the flowers and wanted to wreck each of them. Barbara knew her favorite kinds so it was an easy task. If only Jason would stop smacking the live ones and almost getting kicked out twice.
Finally Barbara told him to leave where he scoffed and went outside, going to whatever nat was nearby.
"He isn't taking it well..." she says in soft voice. The florist nodded before resuming her job.
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Damien didn't want to do anything. When Duke tried to get him out to do his task he shoved a note saying he wouldn't go. Instead of trying to get him out he went on and talked to the father at Gotham's chapel.
He, of course, agreed. Next he went to the catering service where he told them what they wanted and what was expected. They knew not to fuck it up so we're very precise in writing everything down.
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That night Taylor had her own task. She had to pick out the outfit her wife would be buried in. She sighs as she looked through her wardrobe, wondering what her wife would like best.
Their baby slept peacefully, not knowing that mother was never coming home. She sat in the closet, crying. She held herself, letting the tears fall. She couldn't be loud, not wanting to wake the baby. She wished it weren't true and that Cam would walk right through that door but it was a mere fantasy.
Finally she got off her butt and picked out a beautiful floral dress with a set a white heels. She knew she would give her wedding ring to her too. She also wanted a locket that had her baby girl in it to be around her neck.
She sighs as she gets into the bed, holding a sweater she found. Her perfume smelt expensive, how it always did. She held onto it and cried into it.
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The next day she took the baby, finally leaving her room after a few days. It felt weird to be in a house she had no attachment too. She was wondering if Bruce even wanted her around. But she had no where else to go. Alfred took a liking to her so thankfully has been by her side ever since it happened.
When she set the carrier on the counter she grabbed a banana and walked out once more. The family who were eating didn't say anything. They didn't speak to each other as much anymore. It was small talk that ends with one person crying before everyone else starts.
Dick saw her leaving and caught up with her.
"Can we... Do you mind if I join you?" he asks softly.
"Of course not... It would be nice to have some company..." she says before they walked out together. They went to her, or more Camilla's car. She had the keys so of course she used it.
Once in the driver's seat she took hold of the wheel and drove off to the funeral home. She gave the clothes and accessories to them, being very specific about everything. She would walk out, feeling a small part of herself let go.
When they walked out, she started crying again. Everyone who passed by ignored it or stared. Dick held her, rubbing her back and trying to calm her down. She would feel the tears flowing out while his embrace engulfed her.
"W-What do I do now? I-I have no one..." she says as she would finally find her breathing.
"That's not true... You have us. We'll help you. We won't throw you out. Stay for as long as you need. Bruce wouldn't do that to you. Not to his first grandchild and to the wife of his daughter. You will stay with us and we will get through it together. It's hard now but in due time we will heal from it. I'm not expecting you to be fine in a week... but just know we're all here and we're all grieving the same loss as you." She didn't expect Grayson to have such wise words within him but here he was.
She pulls back and nods, wiping her eyes. "T-Thank you..." she says softly before going to put her child into her car seat. She wiped her eyes and gave her a small stuffed animal that Camilla had picked out.
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how it all went down {batfam}
Fanfiction"I looked at all of you as a family one night and saw how you all didn't need me. You all were just talking and smiling. I knew that if I walked in that would be gone in seconds because Bruce would talk about something I did that wasn't right."...
