As they talked together, the teenager girl couldn’t help but notice changes about Bruce, physically but also in his personality. Maybe it was just because of the time, because he grew up. But she couldn’t help but think there was something off about him… She had no idea that she was actually chatting with Bruce’s doppelganger.
He was just happy that she was trying to change and wished her a good continuation?
It couldn’t end like that… It just couldn’t…
“I remember what you did the night when the Order tried to kill you.” Silver paused for a few seconds as she kept eye contact with Five. “When you said that you loved me, and when you kissed me in front of my uncle.”
The blonde paused again as she looked at his features, carefully. She waited for an other few seconds before finally speaking. “Bruce, you saved me. It might was meaningless to you, but you saved me. Let me one last chance, I promise I won’t be the same.”
“Forgive me.” Silver said in a serious but soft tone as she took his hand in hers gently.
Oh no. She wasn’t leaving.
He was going to have to actually … have … a conversation with her, wasn’t he? This was odd. He was supposed to meet Kathryn soon; how was he going to get rid of Silver? He supposed he could be mean and just tell her to get lost, but every fiber of his being told him that even if Bruce hated her, he would never say such a thing.
As she continued to speak, Five continued to absorb every word … though it confused him. He knew about the Order’s attempt to sacrifice Bruce Wayne, but he didn’t know … about their conversation. Bruce had … loved her? Had kissed her? Bruce had saved her? The way she looked at him …
The way she took his hand …
Five’s gaze finally broke from hers, catching the movement out of the corner of his vision; his eyes lowered to watch her hand gently take his, though he clone couldn’t feel it. Not physically. There was a certain sadness to his expression then, a longing. He wanted so desperately to have that sort of connection with someone. He’d never had that. No one had ever held his hand before. His eyes flicked briefly back to her face and then back to their hands once more.
What if this was a trick? What if she hadn’t changed at all and this was just another manipulation by her to get what she wanted, pulling at the heartstrings she knew would persuade Bruce to her favor? After all, she had fooled Bruce before–and by all means, if this was an act, the she was a damned good actress. But if she was being sincere, what then? If they made amends and Bruce returned, if she survived the judgment of Gotham, and Five was gone … to the real Bruce, this conversation would never have taken place. But if she was destined to die along with thousands of others, then … couldn’t Five at least give her some peace of mind before she met her fate?
He continued to stared at their hands, his dark eyes distant.
“I uhm …” he started quietly, hesitating, though his voice faded. He paused a moment before drawing a shaking breath and refocusing, straightening his posture as he looked to her face again. "I have this … meeting … that I really need to get to, but uhm …“ His gaze again flicked briefly to their hands and then to her eyes once more. "We could maybe discuss this later? In the courtyard? In about … three hours, perhaps?”
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