The next morning was slow. Everyone got out of their bed and picked out their outfits. All black. It was cold in the house as they gathered around in the kitchen. They ate in silence, not one person made a peep. They trudged out into their cars and drove back to the funeral home.
They filed behind the hearse. The whole city was shut down for this. Everyone was broadcasting it. The family parked their cars and would head inside. One more small ceremony before they would bury her. They filed in as they had a few cameras to stream this. Was it anyone's business to see this? No. But with today's culture everyone had to see.
The pastor went up and said a small prayer for everyone before the family went back to pay their respects one last time. Of course the crowd wanted more. They wanted someone to say a few words. Someone who was a little rowdy said a 'speech!'
Jason clenched his jaw. Before he knew it he turned to face the person who shouted it and would charge at him.
"Fucking say it again! I dare you!" he screams as he grips onto the reports shirt. "My half-sister died and this is how you treat my family! You should be ashamed!" he says as he pushed them back. "OUT! EVERYONE OUT!" he screams as he knocks down their cameras and would squash them. "If you're not out... You're next." That made everyone terrified enough to scramble out.
Jason took a deep breath before turning back to them. Dick leans over and says, "You know the cops would probably come and arrest you for assault, right?"
"Let them... I doubt it."
They finally continued in peace. They would pile into their cars and ride her through downtown. Everyone would come out and honor her. Honor the life of Camilla Wayne. There was flowers and candles held up while they cried. Everyone shared their mourning.
They her drove back to the Wayne cemetery where Bruce's parents were buried. It's where everyone in the Wayne family was buried.
The bat-family all carried her casket, not trusting anyone else to handle it. As they set it upon the machine that would eventually lower her they stepped back. The bagpipes played 'Amazing Grace' throughout the ceremony before coming to a stop.
Slowly, one by one, each family put a red rose on her casket. Her favorite flower. Even little Eve set one down as Taylor held her. She steps back and cries some more, the same tears that haven't stopped once she found out her wife was dead.
"Would any family member or friend have any last words to say?" the priest asks. Alfred stood up. He would go next to her casket and press his hand against it. Sighing softly he turns to the crowd and smile.
"I don't speak much. I prefer to stay in the background and observe but for this I simply couldn't. Mrs. Camilla had her moments. Yes, she was a problem child but who isn't? Everyone has their rebellious teen years. But she always held a soft spot for me. She's only ever raised her voice at me once but instantly apologized when she got the chance. I've been a constant in her life ever since she was young. We've shared moments when we had tea and talked. She told me her feelings towards Bruce and whoever. I was the only one who about the relationship between her and Mrs. Taylor. I was happy she found someone who truly loved and cherished her in more ways than anyone else could. I was happy she had you by her side," he says nodding to her. He puts his hand on her casket once more and smiled.
As he pulled away he would sit back down next to the baby and widow. He held onto Taylor's hand as they slowly lowered her casket. There she would go. Down six feet under of dirt and bugs to decay over time. She didn't get to grow old with the woman she loved. The woman she recently married. It was all over now.
Taylor would stay to watch them put the dirt back on. Eve was having a little nap in her mother's arms. Everyone stayed with her. The family watched as it was finally real.
The latest stage of grief: acceptance.
Taylor would have silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Jason lifts the bottle to his lips, swallowing thickly as the alcohol didn't even taste like anything to him anymore. Dick would stand tall, not wanting to show any emotion. The girls were a wreck, of course. They couldn't hold it in as they silently sobbed in each other's arms. Drake would hold onto Damien as the younger boy cried in his jacket. Duke looked at them and knew this wasn't going to be easy. The last time she left was awful but not permanent. Now, she was truly gone and never coming back.
Duke was the first to leave. He turns back and would make his way to the manor. He couldn't stand it anymore. It's not that he was bored or anything but he felt sick to his stomach.
Taylor wouldn't move. It felt impossible. Looking at the tombstone with the words written across felt like some kind of nightmare she couldn't wake up from.
The girls were next, pulling back to look away from her. To look away from the one thing that held them together all these years. Who gave them the good memories and everlasting wisdom.
Drake would pull Damien away from it cause he knew he would stay out there all night if he could. Damien would slowly start to shut down, not wanting to talk— even the tears stopped falling.
Bruce was next to bring in Selina since she was growing cold. He didn't want to leave his daughter's grave but knew he could come back anytime he wanted. Besides the poor woman was practically shivering from the weather.
Lastly would be Taylor and Alfred. She didn't want the little one to get cold. They went on the porch instead which was thankfully more room temperature than the brisk cold outside.
Jason remained there, looking upon the only family that was left.
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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."...
