Ghosts Shuffling in the Old House

WARNING: This fic contains triggers, so please be careful, you can still go back.

Bruce had walked this road paved with self - destruction for more than 20 years where the end would be a lone forgotten grave. It was fine, he accepted it like how he endured the pain, the wounds and the scars. In his mind it was all for the sake of his city. If Gotham asked for his life to become better he would gladly jump off from the Wayne Tower top without a grappling hook. For the same excuse he had done things, which, under the name of Justice, were unforgivable. Hence he did not, for his entire life before, believe in forgiveness. Forgiveness was for the helplessness, for those who were too weak to take action, to revenge, to bleed and shed blood.

But things changed. He changed, too.