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ᴘʀᴏʟᴏᴜɢᴇ, ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1, ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 2, ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3, ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 4
<Nov 6 at 5:46 PM>
You hummed softly as you brushed your hair in front of your vanity, setting the brush down once you were satisfied. For a long moment, you stared at your reflection, smoothing down the imaginary out of place hairs before skipping over to your wardrobe. A smile tugged at your lips, so wide your cheeks were beginning to ache. Caleb had called a few hours earlier to tell you he had planned a date for the two of you. Since then, you’d been tearing through your walk-in closet, trying on outfit after outfit. “Too simple… too flashy… trying too hard,” you muttered, sighing as you peeled off yet another dress and tossed it onto the growing pile of clothes littering the floor. In the middle of your fashion crisis, Alfred stepped into the room and took in the disaster. “Miss (Name), may I ask why your clothes are all over the floor?” You whipped around, clutching two dresses to your chest. “Alfred, which dress looks better?”
You turned around and held up two dresses for him to see. Alfred sighed softly before a small smile appeared on his face. You lifted the first one. “Miss, you look beautiful in everything.” “Alfred, not now—which one?” you whined before holding up the second dress instead. “Are you trying to impress someone?” “No…” You answered a little too quickly. He raised an eyebrow at you. “He’s just a friend,” you quickly deflected. After the last incident, Alfred had practically drilled you for the name of the person who left the “parting gift” on your neck, but eventually dropped it because of your stubborn and secretive nature like father like daughter. You didn’t want Alfred knowing you were going out with a boy. Honestly, you didn’t want anyone in your family to know. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed by Caleb. You just didn’t want people questioning your relationship, especially with how popular he was compared to you. “That (Outfit) looks beautiful,” Alfred finally said. You smiled brightly and turned toward the floor-length mirror, admiring your reflection. “I’m assuming you’ll be out late?” he asked. “Uh- yeah. I’ll be home before midnight.” “I believe you meant 9 PM sharp.” “No? I said—” “If there is nothing else, Miss, I will be in the kitchen.” You rolled your eyes lightheartedly as he calmly walked out of the room.
After changing into your outfit, you applied a layer of lipstick/lip gloss and grabbed your purse. Just as you reached the door, you paused and turned back toward your vanity, opening your jewelry box. Your eyes lingered on the pearl necklace inside as you debated whether to wear it. After a moment of thought, you sighed softly and clasped it around your neck. Carefully making your way down the stairs in your heels, you headed toward the front door, only to stop when you saw Jason walking in. He looked you up and down, a frown settling on his face. “Where’re you going?” You stared at him wide-eyed, caught off guard by the fact that he was even talking to you. “What?” “I’m asking where you’re going this late.” You sighed in annoyance and walked past him toward the door. “Does it matter?” you muttered bitterly. “(Name), Can you stop being a fucking brat for one second?!” Jason snapped, his glare hardening as he grabbed your wrist tightly. Your face scrunched up in pain. “Let go! What’s wrong with you?!”
He snapped out of his trance and immediately let go of you, guilt flashing across his face. His heart dropped into his stomach the moment he saw the venomous glare in your eyes. “I-I didn’t mean to…” Before he could finish explaining, you hurried out the front door. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “Jason? Why are you just standing there?” Tim asked as he walked into the room. Jason rubbed a hand over his face. “Nothing… actually, do you know where Bruce is?”
Bruce stared at the large screen in front of him in the dreary Batcave, the harsh glow from the screen casting shadows across his tired face. His eyes stayed fixed on the photos from this week’s crime scenes as he sighed in exhaustion. The patterns frustrated him to no end, whoever was behind this had managed to slip away the limited amount of evidence didn’t help either, leaving almost nothing behind, and the inability to predict their next move was slowly driving him insane. Barbara wasn’t doing much better either. She hadn’t slept properly in days, endlessly clicking through files and footage while trying to piece together the breadcrumbs left behind. Suddenly, she paused, narrowing her eyes. “Hey, Bruce… you might want to see this.” She pulled up footage of you on the massive screen. Bruce’s expression twisted in confusion before hardening. “What are you trying to say, Barbara?” “Before you misunderstand,” she started carefully, “I’m saying maybe (Name) saw someone. From what we’ve gathered, three days ago the body was already—”
"Bruce!"
Jason stormed into the cave with Tim trailing behind him, confused and trying to calm him down. He slammed his fist onto the desk in front of Bruce. “I don’t have time for this, Jason,” Bruce said coldly without looking up. “Whatever the problem is, it can wait.” “I didn’t know (Name) was considered a problem now,” Jason shot back sarcastically. Bruce’s eyes snapped toward him sharply. “What now?” “Can’t you see what’s been happening? She’s been running around late at night with some boy!” he shouted. Tim stared at him like he had grown two heads. “Did you hit your head? There’s no way someone’s actually willing to be her boyfriend. She’s gloomy all the time, and the way she smiles is sometimes kind of creepy—” His laugh was abruptly cut off when Jason grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie. “Finish that sentence. I dare you.” Barbara quickly stepped in before things escalated further. “Look, Jason, (Name) is at the age where she’s going to start dating and meet other boys,” she said, “but I have to agree with Tim. There’s no way she’s secretly dating someone, or Damian would’ve mentioned it by now or one of us would’ve seen it by now.”
“I can confirm master Jason’s words, master Barbra.”
Alfred entered the cave with Damian beside him. “What’s going on here, Father?” Bruce sighed tiredly. “It’s nothing—” “Of course you’d say that,” Jason snapped. “You never gave two shits about (Name) before, did you?” Bruce’s expression darkened. “I am not having this conversation with you.” Jason let out a bitter laugh. “For all we know, that guy could be dangerous or using her.” Damian raised an eyebrow slightly. “Is this about the new transfer student?” “You know who Jason’s talking about?” Tim asked. Damian crossed his arms. “The new student has been suspiciously keeping an eye on (Name).” Bruce’s eyes narrowed instantly. “Define suspiciously.” Damian tilted his head slightly.
<9:07 PM>
"C-Caleb," you moaned against his mouth, your back against the brick wall. Caleb had left purple bruises on your shoulder and neck. His hand reached up and gently tilted your chin, bringing your face toward his. "God, you're so beautiful," he whispered calmly, gradually closing the distance between you two. His arm wrapped around your waist, while the other hiked up to his upper thigh. He pulled you closer to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue in. You tapped his shoulder, begging for some breathing room, which he reluctantly granted. He stared at your face, lipstick/lip gloss smudged across your delicate lips and a little on your cheeks, your hair disheveled, as were your clothes. You were almost terrified someone would identify you in such a scandalous predicament last thing you needed was to be on the headline of every new article and broadcast. Unfortunately Caleb couldn't care less whether anyone saw you; he could always get rid of them if it worried you so much, but right now his gaze was fixed solely on you. He thanked every being in the universe for sending the most ethereal women into his twisted, filthy hands.
You looked away shyly, but your gaze slowly drifted toward the back door of the restaurant, where the waitress had disappeared only moments ago. Your mood instantly soured as memories flashed through your mind of her shameless flirting with Caleb while acting like you didn’t even exist. The thought alone made your stomach twist. Part of you wanted to follow her outside into the alleyway, with the steak knife she had handed you earlier for your meal. You imagined stepping quietly behind her before driving the blade into her heart with her blood squirting out and covering your face and dress, imagining the horror on her face and the pain in her eyes before the light disappeared from them completely, sinking into darkness. But he’d stopped you before you could act on your impulse. Last thing he needed was for his date to be ruined by someone dying here, especially their server, you’d be the first to be questioned afterward, it was obvious you didn’t handle pressure well when your emotions took over. You tore your eyes away from the door. “Caleb, it’s getting late… Alfred will be mad if I’m any later,” you murmured, remembering Alfred’s strict curfew. “Now?” Caleb asked, giving you a pathetic puppy-eyed look. You glanced at him apologetically. With a soft sigh, he finally loosened his hold and gently set you down before carefully fixing your hair, his thumb brushing over your lips.
You huffed out a breath and wiped the ruined lipstick/lip gloss from your lips with the back of your hand before trying to fixing your hair. Your glare lingered on the empty space as you zoned out, thoughts spiraling in your head. Caleb watched you carefully from the corner of his eye. “Are you jealous?” he teased. You blinked twice. “Me? Jealous?”“You know, it’s okay if you are,” he teased softly, a small grin pulling at his lips. “Not that you have anything to worry about anyway. You’re the only person I look at like that.” Your frown deepened. “Im not jealous!” you snapped loudly. Caleb stepped back slightly, clearly caught off guard by your sudden outburst. “A-alright…” he tried to comfort you. Your chest heaved with every sharp breath, “Don’t patronize me! Not everything is about you!” The words spilled out from your mouth in one rushed breath. Caleb tried to calm you down, but you weren’t having it. “I’m going home first. Don’t you dare follow me.” He stood frozen in the alleyway, half shocked and half confused as he watched you storm off. Once you disappeared, he buried his face in his hand and let out a loud groan why did he even open his mouth.
You walked through the city on foot, not even bothering to call an Uber or wait for a bus. Caleb’s words kept replaying in your head, refusing to leave you alone. Are you jealous? Pfft. Was he out of his mind?! ofcourseyou’retotallynotjealous! You bit the inside of your cheek raw as you aimlessly wandered down the sidewalk, your handbag loosely hanging from your shoulder while your other hand carried your heels. Crowds of people brushed past you, hurrying toward their next destination, some sparing you brief glances before continuing on with their lives. After what felt like forever, you finally reached the manor. Over two and a half hours later than you were supposed to be home, you cursed Caleb inwardly for taking you somewhere so far from home. You dragged yourself through the massive front doors, the soles of your feet aching as your toes curled slightly against the soft carpet after hours of walking on harsh concrete. Slowly, you made your way toward the grand staircase, only to freeze when you noticed your father standing at the top.
He took in your slightly disheveled appearance, his gaze lingering on your smudged makeup and the heels dangling from your hand. “Do you understand how late it is right now?” “…” “Go to your room.” You rolled your eyes and muttered something under your breath as you walked past him. Once you reached your room, you tossed your heels onto the floor and stumbled toward your vanity, collapsing onto the cushioned stool with your head buried in your arms. A knock sounded against your door, but you stayed silent. Another knock followed before you heard a muffled, “I’m coming in!” Through the mirror, you watched Dick step into your room. You groaned quietly, inwardly rolling your eyes at the sight of him. “Do you need anything?” you sneered, already irritated from the night. Dick awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, clearly unsure of how to talk to you. After your mother died, he slowly distanced himself from you, throwing himself into being a vigilante at night and a police officer in Blüdhaven during the day. Everything between the two of you changed after that your once tight knitted bond shattered although he likes to think differ. After all, she had been like a second mother to him, too. Catching your glare through the vanity mirror, he awkwardly coughed into his fist.
“Hey… you okay?” “…” Your eyes followed him as he sat down on your bed, staring at your disheveled figure with concern. “You really shouldn’t be outside right now… You know, with the new murderer going around.” Your heartbeat quickened for a split second, and you instinctively looked at Dick through the vanity mirror, only to quickly look away the moment your eyes met his. But your expression softened as your thoughts drifted back to the fight with Caleb. Guilt twisted in your chest. You knew he had only been trying to protect you, yet you threw a tantrum instead. He was right. You were jealous. You hated when other girls flirted with him at school, hated that you couldn’t openly call him yours, hated the lingering fear that one day he might slip from your grasp and into someone else’s. “I’m fine…” You muttered quietly. “(Name), I’ve known you since the day you were born. I don’t wanna watch you end up like…” His voice trailed off. You let out a slow sigh, knowing exactly who he meant, but stayed silent. The room slowly fell into an uncomfortable silence, neither of you knowing how to continue the conversation.
A faint knock echoed against your door. “We need to talk. Now.” You already knew who it was and gave a small nod. Dick got up from your bed and stepped closer to Bruce, trying to mediate the situation. “Bruce, give her a break.” “She can speak for herself.” Heat crawled across your skin as your palms grew sweaty. “Why did you go out without informing me, (Name)?” “I told Alfred…” “And it seems he trusted you too much.” You blinked back your tears rapidly, desperately trying to stop them from falling. “I-I didn’t mean to come home so late… I just… walked home and—” “You walked home?!” Dick interrupted, staring at you in disbelief, while Bruce somehow looked even angrier, his expression turning cold. Realizing you had only made things worse, you immediately went quiet. “Do you understand how dangerous it is for you to walk home alone?” “...” “Answer me when I'm talking to you.” “…Yes.” “Then why did you do it?” Silence filled the room because even you didn’t have an answer. “As much as I want to defend you, (Name), Bruce is right,” Dick said quietly. You bit down harshly on your lip, trying to suppress the sob threatening to escape. “Another student was found dead while you were outside—”
‘they found Lizzy? but how...I thought Caleb got rid of her’
You whimpered softly, struggling to find your voice before finally breaking down into tears. “—That could’ve been you!” Bruce snapped. “From now on, you’re being homeschooled.” “Y-You can’t do that! Then I won’t be able to see him!” you cried out desperately. Bruce sighed in disappointment at your words he didn’t believe Jason or Damian but to hear it from you made it worse were you really going to throw your life away just to go on a date with some guy? With your high status you’d be the first person to taken as a hostage or get killed. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact you had made such a reckless decision, you were never like this before where is this behavior coming from? Did the boy corrupt your innocent mind— “YOU NEVER CARED ABOUT ME BEFORE!” Dick visibly flinched at your words. Deep down, he knew there was some truth behind them, but hearing them out loud felt like a knife being driven straight through his chest. Bruce didn’t look any better as he stood there, staring at his daughter sobbing in front of him.
“Get out, get out, get out—GET OUT!” you screamed out in one breath. “(Name), breathe. We can talk this out after you calm down a little, okay, pipsqueak?” Dick said cautiously. You gritted your teeth at the nickname. How dare he use that name after everything he’d done? That name didn’t belong to you anymore… no, it belonged to Damian now. A choked laugh escaped your throat as you grabbed the hand mirror from your vanity and swung it straight at Dick’s head in anger. The glass shattered on impact, pieces scattering across the floor while shards embedded themselves into his skin, blood immediately trickling down his face. Dick stumbled back slightly and touched the side of his head, staring at the blood coating his fingers in shock. Bruce eyes widened slightly in shock quickly moved toward him to make sure he was alright before turning toward you, but he didn’t yell or even react. Instead, he silently guided Dick out of your room. He didn't even bother to look at you before leaving your room with dick.
You let out a hollowed-out chuckle before it turned into hysterical laughter. You never felt so alive, that shock on his and Bruce's faces made you feel better in a sickly twisted way. If this was their reaction to something so small, you wondered how much worse it would be once you finally got rid of them for good. Bruce on the other hand who heard your psychotic laugh from the distance couldn't help but be reminded of the Joker, who has the same manic laughter echoing in his mind ever since he started terrorizing Gotham, a pit formed in his stomach but he didn’t know why there was nothing to worry about this was just a phase. While dick looked shocked that his baby sister would raise her hand against him of all people. Sure he could’ve predicted that any of his other siblings would be bold enough to harm him, especially Damian, who‘d covered him in stab wounds from his katana when they first met...but you? Why would you do that unprovoked...Sure, he hadn’t been there for you lately, but between being a vigilante and working in Blüdhaven, he convinced himself he was trying his best. At the end of the day, he was still your brother. Nausea twisted in his stomach as he hurried toward his room brushing off Bruce, leaving him standing alone. “Master Bruce, are you alright?” “…what am I doing wrong Alfred..what would she do in my place…”
A/N: OMG FINALLY I FINISHED THIS CHAPTER, be warned (Name might start to become more unhinged and unstable later on. I also want to thank everyone’s patience and support for this story, it really means a lot to me that people are enjoying my writing. Whenever I wanted to quit writing this story, I always remembered that some people are really looking forward to seeing the story progress, which gets me motivated.
A/N: Again, I will not have a set schedule, so I have ZERO idea when the next one is coming out since I didn’t even start writing it lol.
A/N: As always, please comment your thoughts and comments. I love love love reading them, it motivates me A LOT. Idk if some of you guys read my announcement post, but I’ve been hit with writer's block, and I’m slowly, but surely getting through it. I’m finding myself itching to write more and quickly finish this before moving on to a new story. I will absolutely not start a new project until I finish this one, so I won’t have any distractions or be overwhelmed with writing multiple things at the same time.
A/N: As for the face for Caleb, I'll leave that to your imagination. I won't go into too much detail, so I don't shatter the fantasy of whoever you're imagining, but I will be describing basic stuff.
A/N: Also, let me know what some of YOUR predictions for the future chapters are
A/N: like always I hope you guys have a wonderful time scrolling, and I hope to see you sooner or later!
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