It was one of those rare, sunny days again. And here he was again.
Pale, scarred hands set a well-preserved record on a record player, the dark wood and brass horn polished as if frozen in a time long past.
The past, a constant companion of its owner.
Bruce'd had the record player for as long as he could remember. Well, it was his now. But it hadn't always been...
Ghosts of memory surrounded him, transporting him to a different time in the same place.
Melodic laughter and heels clicking against marble. The swish of a sundress and spring sun flooding through the window on a rare sunny day in Gotham. A good morning for good spirits.
Martha Wayne twirling as Thomas-dressed in a sharp black suit- spun her, pulling her back in for a romantic dip, the two kissing chastely for they had an audience. One still small Bruce Wayne, swinging his legs in light blue pajamas, giggling and clapping at their performance, the sound of Dean Martin's rendition of "You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You" fading out.
The phantoms vanished as Bruce stood in the center his study, but the music still played, his steps following a choreography with no one to lead, arms hovering where somebody should've been...
At least, had his life been different.
Instead his soft, voice- rich in warmth with nowhere to go, held burning only in his own chest- sang along.
"You're nobody till somebody loves you. You're nobody till somebody cares..."
A spin across the ornate floor.
" You may be the king, you may possess the world and it's gold. Oh, but gold won't bring you happiness when you're growing old..."
Hands rising to spin an imaginary figure.
"The world still is the same, you never change it. As sure as the stars shine above..."
Hands pulling toward himself, arms hugging his chest where another body perhaps could have been held and swayed against his own.
"Oh, you're nobody 'til somebody really loves you. So find yourself somebody to love."
And the grand finish, arms extending to spin this phantom lover out, a playful motion pulling air back into his arms and then... the dip.
He laughed to himself, tears falling from his eyes as he straightened slowly, with Nobody to laugh with him.
Nobody's kiss drying on his lips.
Nobody's childish applause breaking the spell.
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