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#but here we are and they're in for a COUPLE SURPRISES I GUESSAKS FDSJAHBFUIJSHBUDHBUIGDSHB
wrathbites · 4 months
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i wanna see what you can do with #12 candles pls
Send me a number and I'll write a micro story using the word or phrase
They bury Bruce Wayne in broad daylight, sun shining and cameras flashing, the city's favourite spectacle denied his privacy even in death.
They bury their Bruce (father, son, partner, friend) under the cover of darkness, the quiet affair he'd have preferred. Free of his armour and mantle, the responsibility carried on his shoulders now passed to his children, shared between them.
And it's their choice to carry his legacy, never the burden he feared it would become, braced on all sides by the friends and allies made along the way.
Alfred steps out from under the span of Diana's umbrella, no candle in hand to shield from the rain. Just as before, so many years ago, but Bruce isn't in his arms this time, silent and shaking with his loss, no. He's silent and still in his coffin, an impossible thing Alfred never expected to see.
There are no speeches here, no people to please, not a single reputation to uphold, and so he allows himself a moment of weakness at last, waiting for a request that'll never come, for a voice he will never hear again.
"Goodnight, my boy. Rest well."
One by one the candles go out, each extinguished with a puff of breath, a murmured goodbye, the first step in many of an endless grief.
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And all at once they flare to life on a scream that cracks earth and sky the following night, when there are none around to witness.
Ancient in power and terrifying in fury, Gotham calls her favourite son, her Batman, home.
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