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[the-fiction-witch]

Let The World The Burn Chapter One - Five

Nine years, after the brutal murder of Mayor Don Mitchell Jr at the hands of the riddler, his widow and son are supported by Bruce Wayne for the foreseeable future. But Unbenounced to Mrs Julliet Mitchell her son Luka Mitchell is taken under the wing of Bruce Wayne far more directly, funding his education and training the now nineteen-year-old Luka for yet undisclosed purposes. After all these years Luka has formed a cold detachment from the uncaring world around him. That is until he finds himself growing close to a new classmate who goes by Rose Asher, the two share all their secrets with one another as they fall hard and fast into a whirlwind romance that may have more layers than it first appeared.

Chapter One - The Gotham Rain

Luka Mitchel sat up in his room, he watched the rain as it fell against his window, illuminated only by the orange street light outside. It always rained in Gotham these days, so much so that it seemed comical. More than once Luka wondered how the whole river hadn't come up to claim them yet. He sat on his bed, legs crossed, elbow rested on his knee, and his chin sat on his knuckles. His washed-out jeans felt stiff to sit in and often caused him to shift, and his blue long-sleeve t-shirt fell loose around him to hide his many bandages. He kept it all hidden away, he felt he had to. The house didn't feel like home, it never had and he had no intention to share his secrets within it.

Every so often thunder would crack or rumble, a flash of bright white lightning across the sky, but he rather liked it, the sound brought Luka comfort compared to the endless silence without it.

He perked up a little as his bedroom door opened with a sharp whine, light flooded in from the hallway, shadowed only by the figure of his mother Julliet Mitchel. Her heels clacked on the wooden floor, her tight stockings adding a small swish to her walk as her legs rubbed together with each step, Her tight silver dress left little to the imagination, her hair done and make-up pristine.

But all of it made Luka feel sick to his stomach, unwilling to even give his mother a second glance.

"Luka darling? What are you up to?" she greeted with a cheerful and hopeful smile,

"I was just watching the rain..." he replied, as he refused to move his gaze from his window,

She smiled softly and closed the gap between them, trying to take a seat on his bed but he made no space for her to do so, so she abandoned the attempt. She brought a hand up and stroked across his face but as always he flinched away.

His flinch caused Julliet's smile to drop and she bit back a sigh, "Well, I'm going out tonight. With Steven."

Luka nodded slightly and tried to bite back his rage,

Steven was the newest in a long line of lovers his mother found comfort in. Even if Steven was closer to Luka's age then to Julliet's. But it always made him sick, to think his mother was out with these men. But he knew he couldn't say anything about it.

"I see... I assume you'll be gone all night?" He asked, but he already knew the answer,

"Yes, most likely." She nodded, "I've left some cash on the counter, why not get yourself a pizza and have some friends over?" she suggested hopeful to perhaps coax him from his room,

But Luka didn't have friends.

He almost wanted to snap at her but held his tongue and forced a small smile. "Okay... have fun."

"Alright, have a fun night, darling." She cooed, she pressed a kiss to his cheek before she headed out of his room and left the door open a crack.

He tensed as his mother kissed his cheek, but he knew he'd upset her if he fully moved away. He waited until he heard her leave, once he heard the door lock, the car left with her date. Luka sat and just listened to the rain for several more minutes as he tried to return his mind to the calmness he had before.

After a while, he forced himself out of the bed. Luka slipped on his black boots and walked down the stairwell. He pocketed the cash on the kitchen counter, grabbed his coat from the hook and tossed it on. He took his keys and locked the door behind him and made his way out into the rain.

Chapter Two - LIAR

He walked silently through the rain and took cover under trees and overhangs as much as possible though he ended up still soaked. He walked the damp sidewalk, for a while before he met the immense black gates of Gotham Cemetery. He snuck inside without much noise and headed to the usual place.

Luka was completely drenched by this point, but didn't care. He just stood in silence as another crack of thunder came through. He looked at the ground and almost tried to distract himself as the greystone stared back at him.

The stone read 'Don Mitchell Jr. Husband, Father and Honourable Mayor of Gotham City.'

But the stone also had bright green graffiti over it reading, 'LIAR'. It had appeared some weeks ago, but Luka hadn't the mind to clean it off. After all he'd learnt about his father these years since his death, it felt accurate.

Luka began as usual to talk to his father. He told his father about all that happened since his last visit. About his mother, about school, about bullies, about all the things he felt he needed to know. But, He still kept quiet about one aspect of his life. Even the dead weren't privy to such a secret.

He finished up and said his usual goodbyes before he turned on his heels and headed for the gates. But a sound caught his attention and he froze up.

The snap of a twig.

He remained still, silent and listened through the rain to hear the footsteps as they grew louder and louder.

Without even a second thought Luka slipped his hand into his coat pocket, and his fingers found a home around the blade he had stolen. His heart raced at the thought of truly using it. He flipped around prepared to attack, but he jumped.

It was a girl.

Chapter Three - Rose Or Rosie Too

She stood in the rain, she wore a black coat that hemmed around her knees, with a trail of small red buttons, her hands in her pockets, with a little red Breton hat that hid her hair.

Luka practically jumped out of his skin and quickly released his grip on the blade. "You… You almost gave me a heart attack," He gasped,

"Right place for one." She joked,

Luka couldn't help but chuckle slightly at her morbid joke as he slowly came closer to her. "Hi,"

"Hi," she greeted back,

"So… are you visiting a grave or…?" he asked a little unsure how to make conversation,

"Not visiting. It's just a shortcut home."

"Shortcut? Through a cemetery? at night?" He asked as he raised an eyebrow.

"I don't find the place that spooky." She shrugged, "far more terrifying things down a back alley in Gotham than in a graveyard."

"Fair enough…" He chuckled. He knew some of the alleys in Gotham you were guaranteed to run into some very unsavory characters and the worst you'd find in a graveyard is a raccoon. "So, I assume this is not your first time taking this shortcut?"

She shook her head, "No, I've taken it almost every day."

He smiled a bit at that. "Then how come I've never seen you before tonight?"

"We only just moved here."

"Oh, I see…" he chuckled slightly and gestured around them both, "I'm assuming this isn't the only possible way to get to where you're going, but… Maps?"

"Maps." She agreed, "and I like it here."

Luka narrowed his eyes, "What's there to like about a cemetery? It's full of dead people."

"It's peaceful. Quiet."

"Yeah… I suppose that's true,"

She nodded softly, "What about you?"

"I come here for a bit of peace and quiet as well… but I come for a specific reason too," He said as he gestured to the gravestone,

"Sorry-"

"Don't worry, it's fine," He said, "Actually… What's your name? I don't think I ever asked."

"Rose. Or well Rosie too."

He smiled as he heard her name. "I like that. I'm Luka."

"Very cute." She laughed, "The name… Not you- well… you too."

Luka couldn't help but laugh and blush a bit, "No need to correct yourself… unless of course, you don't mind me pointing out you're pretty cute too."

She laughed, "Thank you,"

He smiled and chuckled, his own laughter somewhat hid his small blush, "You're welcome,"

"Where do you go? For classes?"

"Oh, I go to Gotham Prep…" He answered,

"I'll be starting there on Monday," she smiled, "Maybe you could show me around."

"I… I think I could do that, yeah." He said with a nod.

"You don't mind the new girl hanging around and having lunch with you?"

"No, I wouldn't mind that at all." He said immediately, almost a bit too quickly. he did hope he didn't sound too desperate at the idea of someone wanting to actually hang around him,

"Great." She smiled, "uhh here." She dug around her pocket, pulled out a marker, and then offered him her hand,

Luka raised an eyebrow but slowly slid his hand into her own, he felt her soft skin brush against his own callus fingers.

She smiled and squeezed his hand before she moved closer and wrote her number across his hand with a little heart. She capped her Sharpie and smiled up at him before she gave his cheek a small peck. "Text me later, promise?" She smiled as she began to walk away,

He was left a bit in shock as she suddenly kissed his cheek. He was too stunned to really think straight, "Wait- yes, I promise!" He called out as she walked away and made sure she could hear him.

Rose soon disappeared into the rain and darkness of the night,

Luka's heart still raced a bit from the kiss left on his cheek. It was the first time he had ever had a girl kiss him, even on the cheek. He stood there for a moment as he watched where she had vanished into the night before he eventually looked at his hand, he smiled at where she had left her number. The little heart she put next to it only made his smile grow. He quickly put his hand in his pocket to keep it dry and began his walk home.

Chapter Four - You Like That Mat Today?

Luka stood resolutely in the heart of the gym, the familiar atmosphere thick with the scent of metal. He focused his mind, set aside any distractions, and allowed himself to enter a meditative state. The mat beneath him felt cool against his bare feet, as his body moved instinctively in a steady, rhythmic pattern.

With each bound, he could hear the sharp whistle of air rushing past him, the rope sliced through the space between his agile feet and the mat. His hands formed perfect, fluid circles as they expertly coordinated with the movement of the rope, gradually he picked up speed until it whipped around him like a blur. Breaths escaped from his lungs in rapid, short puffs, as beads of sweat streamed down his forehead, and traced paths down his chest and arms.

Luka was dressed in his signature workout attire. A pair of form-fitting red leggings that clung to his legs and a sleek black muscle tee with the harness of weights strapped securely around his shoulders and waist. His arms were graced with bandages and plasters to conceal his bruises from prior sessions. His hands wrapped up with red tape to keep his grip.

The gym, nestled deep within Wayne Manor, bathed in dim light, felt like his personal sanctuary on Saturdays. He had already pushed himself through a varied regimen, he had already logged hours on the treadmill, the rhythmic pull of the rowing machine, the solid crunches on the sit-up bench, and the fierce energy of the battle ropes. Each element of his routine was meticulously crafted to hone his strength and endurance, to prepare him for whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Ten more, then climb." Alfred barked from his seat on the sit-up bench as he took a sip from his water. The older man had been monitoring and supporting Luka all day, and made sure to push him a little more every week, "Yes?"

"Yes Sir," Luka spoke up,

"Count ten then climb."

"I've already done -" Luka gasped,

"Yeah well, should have answered me the first time."

"Yes sir..." he sighed, "One. Two. Three. Four.. Five.. Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten."

Luka felt a rush of adrenaline surge through him as he dropped the rope, the word escaped his lips with an urgency that sent him into motion. Without a moment's hesitation, he discarded the rope onto the mat beneath him, its fibres absorbed the sudden thud. He took a deep, sharp inhale, to fill his lungs with air before he sprinted across the mat, his feet pounded against the surface. With a determined leap, he surged upward and grasped the thick, braided climbing rope that hung overhead. His fingers dug into the coarse fibres as he ascended. He pulled himself higher, and let out a few grunts as he clawed his way toward the top.

"Good, good." Alfred nodded,

The gym door creaked open with an unsettled whine and echoed slightly. Bruce strode in, his posture both determined and slightly weary, clad in his familiar black suit pants that hugged his legs and a crisp white shirt. His usual polished appearance was marred only by the stick he leaned on, an unintended souvenir from a recent skirmish related to his nightly escapades as Batman.

"Afternoon, Master Wayne," Alfred nodded to him, as he got to his feet to fetch a seat which Bruce refused.

"Luka!" Bruce called out,

"Yeah?" Luka smiled as he reached the top of the rope, he hitched his body over the metal rails and hung his body upside down to see him,

"Don't be cocky." Bruce snapped, "Down. Now. And climb, don't just jump."

Luka rolled his eyes and climbed down the rope. Once his feet hit the floor once more, Luka grabbed a towel to pull the sweat from his skin.

"How's he done today?" Bruce asked,

"Alright," Alfred shrugged, "Clocked a little lower than last week,"

"You put his weights up yet?"

"No, I figured we'd get him back up before we add more."

"Alright," Bruce nodded grimly,

"I'm right here, you know?" Luka chuckled,

"I'm aware." Bruce snapped, "You can start coming in on Sundays too then till your numbers get back up,"

Luka rolled his eyes and groaned, but knew he couldn't argue,

Bruce simply glanced at the mat,

Alfred nodded and headed to the mat,

Luka sighed and tossed the towel over the weight rack, He rolled his shoulders and stretched out.

Alfred did the same and the two settled into position.

"Don't go easy on him." Bruce chuckled,

"Hey!" Luka protested,

But Alfred took that moment to attack, almost getting Luka down, But the younger boy brought his attention back to focus. The mat soon became an intricate dance of punches and blocks, swings and ducts, steps and slashes. Many of these manoeuvres ended as always, with Luka on his ass.

"You like that mat today?" Alfred laughed after he once again knocked Luka on his ass,

He groaned with his back flat on the mat, "Yeah... well, all things considered. It's pretty cosy."

"Sure it is."

"Get up Luka," Bruce told him,

"I can't... I'm dead." Luka joked,

"And if this had been a real fight you would be, get up." Bruce ordered, "Nothing can be accomplished on the floor."

Luka smirked and used his feet to wrap around Alfred and flipped them over, "Nothing?" he raised his eyebrow,

"Enough." Bruce snapped,

Luka let Alfred go and helped pull him to his feet,

"Shower, then meet me in the study" Bruce snapped before he made his way out of the gym,

Luka sighed, gave himself another wipe-down and a gulp or two of water. "Am I in trouble?" He asked Alfred,

Alfred simply shrugged but gave Luka a look. A Look Luka knew well, he was in trouble but Alfred of course won't tell him why.

"Ffiiiinnnneee..." Luka groaned before he made his way to the shower.  

Chapter Five - The Knife

After a long and hot shower, Luka made his way slowly through Wayne Manor, his black duffle tossed over his shoulder. He held his breath as he reached the door to Bruce's study, and brought his hand up to the wood to knock.

"Come in Luka." Bruce snapped from within before Luka's hand even met the door,

Luka bit his tongue and went inside,

The walls within, tall and imposing with thick wood lined with shelves full of books and trinkets. A large arched window that looked out to the city beyond, a few red leather chairs and of course Bruce's large desk. Where Bruce sat in his chair, his elbows on the desk, and his chin rested on his hands.

Luka walked onto the rug and met Bruce's eyes, silently.

"How is school?" Bruce asked,

Luka didn't reply,

"Your studies?"

Luka didn't reply,

"Your mother?"

Luka did not answer again,

Bruce sighed and met Luka's eyes, "Have I somehow offended you, Luka?" He asked his tone sharp,

"No," Luka answered, "I simply find it pointless to answer,"

"Why?"

"You're the greatest detective in the world," Luka sighed, "You know where I go, what I do, who I see, the same for my school and my mother... I can't hide anything from you."

"Doesn't mean I do not wish to hear it from your own lips,"

"School is fine. Work is fine. Mom is fine." Luka answered dismissively,

"Good." Bruce nodded, "Your mother she-"

"Yes." Luka snapped, "The new boy is... Steven something,"

"Young?" Bruce chuckled,

"Twenty-five,"

"Have you given any more thought to your plans after you graduate?" Bruce quickly changed the subject,

"No," Luka lied,

"I have made my offer more than once,"

"I know, you have done enough for me,"

"And still I will do more... if you only would accept my help,"

"You have helped me, more than I have deserved and more than I can ever repay Mr Wayne." Luka explained, "I... I would not ask for anything more."

"Very well." Bruce nodded, "But the offer stands,"

"Thank you,"

"We will continue your training, but allow time to focus on your studies. Training can wait. I'd rather get you through the classes first." Bruce explained, "We'll go from there."

"Yes sir." Luka nodded, he turned to leave the study but before he took his third step,

"Luka," Bruce spoke up,

"Yes?" Luka didn't turn,

"Did you think you'd get away with it?"

Luka's blood ran cold and a shiver ran up his spine, "I- I don't know what you're talking about sir." But his voice gave him away,

"Luka, I'm the greatest detective in the world." Bruce threw Luka's own words back to him, "You can't hide anything from me."

"I suppose not." Luka sighed,

"Look at me, Luka."

Luka slowly turned but found himself too guilty to meet Bruce in the eye,

"Why?" Bruce simply asked,

Luka shrugged like a caught child,

"Why Luka?" Bruce's voice raised,

"It looked cool." Luka lied as his eyes trailed the corners of the rug,

"Don't lie to me,"

Luka bit his tongue a moment, he knew he was caught, he knew there was no way out of this. So there was no reason to hold back. "I feel safe with it," he muttered,

"What?"

"I feel safer with it." Luka said, "I felt strong, safe, secure when I carried it with me. More in control."

"True strength-"

"True strength, doesn't need a weapon I know." Luka snapped back, "But after nine years of telling me about the attackers, murderers and sick lunatics that walk Gotham's streets at night. Are you surprised I feel the need to walk around armed?"

Bruce's face relaxed slightly, as he pondered Luka's words. "If you don't feel safe in the house-"

"The house is fine. The school is fine... It just makes me feel better," Luka answered, "I've never used it. Doubt I ever will. But I have it, just in case."

"I see." Bruce nodded, "Alright,"

Luka nodded and turned to leave once more, he pushed open the heavy wooden door but was once again stopped.

"Luka. The Knife," Bruce ordered,

Luka let out a long sigh before he turned. He pulled his jacket from his duffle bag and ripped the knife and its holster from his inside pocket.

Bruce merely tapped his desk with his index and middle finger,

So Luka begrudgingly brought it over and set the knife down beside his fingers, but as he was about to pull his hand back Bruce grabbed his wrist.

"If you want something, you ask for it." Bruce told him, "You don't steal it."

Luka nodded,

"Yes?"

"Yes, Mr Wayne."

Bruce nodded and glanced to the door as he released Luka's hand,

Luka turned and stormed out without a word, his face screwed up with rage. He marched down the stairs and left the manor. He refused the usual ride home and tossed his jacket on and hood up, to start on the walk home in the rain. 

Chapter Six - Ten

[ckbookish]

Tim sat with his legs dangling uncomfortably on the old wooden chair.  He let his foot swing slightly, just enough for the toe of his shoe to brush against the hard leg of the chair.  Tim didn’t want to be here. Well, he supposed no one wanted to be sat outside the vice principal’s office. But right now Tim could think of a million and one better places to be.  He had that case Batman had asked him to look into. He had four assignments he could be doing. He could be hanging out with Conner, or Bart. He could be out with Stephanie. He would even rather be in the sewers of Gotham looking for Killer Croc.  

“Drake!”  The vice principal called from her office.

Tim sighed and slid off the chair.  He wondered if she had managed to get a hold of his parents.  He doubted it. They were currently in the jungles of Brazil. Tim hadn’t even heard from one of their assistants in weeks.  Tim marched into the room with his eyes fixed determinately on the floor. The leather chair squeaked as he sank into the seat across from Mrs. Greensly.  

“Tim, your teachers are getting more and more concerned. This morning was the fourth time you’ve fallen asleep in class.  You haven’t turned in assignments in three of your classes, and now you…” She trailed off with a sigh. “Tim, where did you get the black eye?”

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Leather & Whiskey

Batman/Bruce Wayne x Mercenary/Reader

Plot: It has been a really stressful day, the only thing you want is to relax without any moron interrupting your day.

Prompts: 59 - “Who is this lovely young thing?” & 64 - “And you’re… well, I’m sure you have a wonderful personality, dear” & 69 - “I just thought I’d sit here quietly”

Warnings: None really

JOKER: *Sitting on a couch drinking whiskey next to the autor* Unless you consider Batman as a warning?

AUTOR: *Reading a magazine* Batman is not a warning.

JOKER: *Looks at autor as if they had grown two heads* Excuse you, Who sais it?

AUTOR: *Keeps reading the magazine* Me

JOKER: *Frowns* Why?

AUTOR: *Flips the page* Because I’m God, and I write what I want.

JOKER: *Pouts and croses his arms over his chest* Whatever.

AUTOR: *Looks at Joker* You’re just grumpy because you don’t apear in this fic.

JOKER: *pouts even more* I could kill you, you know?

AUTOR: *Returns the attention to the magazine* Oh yeah, but you wouldn’t have a fic then *smirks*

JOKER: *Takes a sip from the whiskey* I hate you. *Looks at autor again* Can I have a fic for myself?

AUTOR: I’ll think about it *flips a page*

Word Count: 1588 Words

A/N: This is my very first DC fanfic. I was planning on doing DC fics but didn’t have any ideas until I saw a picture of Christian Bale, and recalled all those feelings I had long ago forgotten about him, I mean he IS Batman, The Batman. So, here you go, hope you enjoy this fic. And special thanks to my good friend @beccollie18 for being supportive and helping me to polish some details about this fic.

Based on this song -> The Rise Of Chaos - Accept

Tonight, it was a rainy night. You have always loved rain. Gotham had a different glow that held spellbound and you worshiped those eventides though they held danger inside. That was the reason you walked out in the night these days. The bills won’t pay themselves.

As the rain kept pouring down dampening your Y/H/C hair, you adjusted your earbuds and slid your hands inside your black leather jacket pockets, walking by the almost empty alley illuminated by a dim light, perfect place for a meeting. You could see how your target walking five steps ahead of you, was starting to feel nervous, fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket, probably feeling someone behind him. Quickly! Find a place to hide. Turning your head to your left you saw a backdoor of some business, perfect to hide a person between its walls. Bingo! At the same time you hid, he turned on his heels as you predicted. Damn it! Hope he didn’t notice me. Without taking the device out of your right pocket, you pressed play to start recording.

“You’re late!” You heard an angry deep male voice shout. Maybe the contact of your target.

“Had to make sure no one was following me!” He replied. Well, not a great job.

“Bulshit, Melvin. You know the boss does not like to be made him wait” The first man explained angrily.

“I know. I’m sorry, sir” Sir? Is there another one? The boss maybe?

“If you know this, why you’re late?” A man with a thick Russian accent spoke, sending shivers down your spine, or was it the cold rain? That must be him, the boss.

Then three shots were heard in the silent night. Shit shit shit, I’m fucked. Gotta run from here. You were caged you placed your hands on both walls and looked up, the rain falling on your eyes.

“That way they will learn manners” The Russian man spoke, “You know it is impolite to spy and eavesdrop?”

28 hours before...

“I still don’t know how you got a reservation, so quickly. I mean, it’s the trendy restaurant” Your friend Ginna cheered excited as you four climbed the stairs heading towards the hotel entrance. Today was a girls night, and nothing was gonna stop you.

“Or hotel for that matter” Jess added.

“Well, I did get a reservation because they were raffling a dinner for four people and I happened to won the ticket” You explained throwing them a bitchface.

“Really nice. You are lucky, girl. And we love you for that” Noah joked earning a laugh from all of you.

“Yeah” You rolled your eyes “But don’t get too excited. Maybe we don’t have a table, as you said it is the trendy restaurant” sighing you approached the maître at the main entrance.

The restaurant was something different, top class, with minimalist decoration and a decorative pool on the left. Suddenly you felt underdressed with a simple long black dress that hugged your curves perfectly, your Y/H/L Y/H/C hair hanging loose and dark red lipstick on.

“Good evening ladies” The well dressed gentle maître greeted “Did you have a reservation for today?”

“Sure, to name Y/N Y/L/N” you answered after greeting him with a smile smoothing down a non-existent crumple of your dress, while he proceeds to search for the name on the reservation book. Next to you gathered another four young men neatly dressed in their suits and ties.

“Who is this lovely young thing?” One of them spoke. You didn’t realize he was talking to you until Jess smacked your arm. You turned to him, a tall blonde blue-eyed man, with squinted eyes.

“And you’re… well, I’m sure you have a wonderful personality, dear” you sassed making another tall man with dark hair laugh. You recognized this handsome man as Bruce Wayne. Who wouldn't recognize him? But quickly your focus turned to the white-haired maître who was still looking for your name.

“Aha!” He cheered crossing a line over a name “Miss Y/L/N, your table is ready” Smiling with a nod he let go of the book “Please follow me. Gentlemen, your table is ready too” He explained and you followed him, Mr. Wayne right behind. The man didn’t say he could follow him but he was Bruce Wayne, he did what he wanted.

When you reached your table, you turned to see if your friends were following, you saw they were all at the entrance talking to the multimillionaire playboy's companion. Jess approached you in a hurry after locking eyes with her.

“We are going to visit a tower from where there’s a beautiful sight of the city at this hour,” The smile on her face said everything.

“Come on we’re not gonna have another opportunity like this” you sighed.

“Exactly” She clasped your arm and with a smile, she left again. You shook your head and turn around.

“Seems like we are left alone,” said him.

“Yeah, seems like” you replied turning around completely and almost bumping into his chest. Taking a small breath from your nose you took a seat in one of the chairs prepared for you and without saying a word Mr. Wayne took the seat across from you.

“I just thought I’d sit here quietly” He spoke after watching you raise a brow at him.

To say he was intrigued by you was an understatement. He clearly wanted to know more about the mysterious girl who didn’t give him more than a side glance and earned from him a natural wholeheartedly laugh. The first one after many years since he was a kid.

The evening went perfectly. The both of you laughed, shared stories from your past, from your present and told some funny embarrassing stories. It felt as if both of you knew each other since ever. It made you forget that your friends left you to Chuck knows where. It almost made you forget that the man in front of you was Bruce Wayne. Almost. Yup, this was another of his charming conquests. So, when the waiter came back to retire the dishes that carried minutes before the delicious dessert, you knew it was over. After thanking the waiter and telling him to thank the chef for this amazing food, you stood up to leave.

“Already leaving?” Mr. Wayne said following your moves. He wanted to know more of you. The mysterious woman who felt drawn to. He never felt like this before. He needed you by his side, he felt weak but powerful at the same time. In less than an hour, you wrecked all his walls.

“Yup, it’s pretty late and tomorrow I have a lot of work to do. I have spent a lovely evening though, Mr. Wayne” you answered as you both exited the restaurant.

“Me too. Please, call me Bruce, it makes me feel very old. Mr. Wayne was my father” we laughed nervously “May I take you home?” He said while you crossed the street and opened his Lamborgini without taking his hands from the pockets.

“I parked my car here, Bruce,” You said with a smile opening the car next to it. A beautiful black shiny 1971 Jensen Interceptor.

“What was your name again?” Although he knew the answer he had to ask.

“Goodnight, Mr. Wayne,” You said as you got into your car and drove back to home.

Bruce followed you and your car with his eyes until you were out of sight.

Current timestamp...

You felt a strong arm around your waist and a hand on your mouth while you heard footsteps coming closer. You tried to kick the one holding you out of instinct but couldn’t feel the ground under your feet. The rooftop? Really? What is going on?!

“If you are going to kill me, do it now” You spoke recovering your breath kneeling on the floor where you landed with a loud thud. Placing your arm in front of your eyes to shield you from the spotlight to your right and the heavy pouring rain did nothing.

“I’m not going to kill you,” A deep raspy voice said while a dark figure grabbed your shoulders and pulled you to him

“Batman,” You said in an almost inaudible whisper knowing full well who it was. You could recognize him anywhere, even in the dark.

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[the-fiction-witch]

Let The World The Burn Chapter Six - Ten

Chapters One - Five

Chapter Six - Gotham Prep

The relentless rain pounded against the expansive property. Majestic tall red gates, their paint slightly chipped from years of exposure to the elements, framed the numerous fields, sports setups, and neatly arranged concrete yards that sprawled across the landscape. At the heart of the property stood a grand brown building, its walls adorned with an array of windows that reflected the gloomy overcast sky. A prominent clock tower loomed above, its hands at twenty-to-nine.

Throngs of young students surged through the gates, their laughter and chatter rose above the cacophony of raindrops. The air was thick with the energy of anticipation and camaraderie, as voices mingled and made a rich tapestry of shuffling footsteps and spirited conversations.

Luka stood slightly down the street, so as to not be in the way of those who headed in. His uniform consisted of black shined shoes with red laces, red trousers, a crisp white shirt, a black tie with raised red stripes and a black blazer with the 'Gotham Prep' logo embroidered to the breast pocket. He had his leather messenger bag across his shoulder and stuck his black earphones under his shirt and around the back of his ear, his phone in his hand as he texted with Rose.

He and Rose had texted back and forth since they had met. They'd barely even spent a moment separated from their phones.

Luka had promised Rose that he'd help her out and stay by her side the first week. So he waited for her to arrive, his eyes flicked between his phone and the road.

Soon enough a small blue car pulled up and dropped Rose off,

Rose hurried onto the pavement, she wore her own black shoes with red laces, black tights and red knee-high socks, a black skirt with a single red stripe around the hem, a crisp white shirt, a black tie with raised red stripes and a black blazer with the 'Gotham Prep' logo embroidered to the breast pocket. She wore the same red breton hat she had last time Luka saw her, and a little red backpack on her back.

The moment she came into view, Luka began to smile.

"Hi," she waved,

"Hey," Luka greeted,

Rose hurried over but stopped just short of Luka's personal space.

"So? Are you ready for your first day?"

"I think so," she nodded,

"Alright, come on." he tipped his head towards the gates, so the two began to walk side by side and joined the crowd. "Oh! Where's your phone?"

"My pocket,"

"I'd put it in your backpack, at least till you're used to the uniform." he suggested, "It's purposely shallow pockets so you can't hide anything."

"Sneaky,"

"It is, and if they spot your phone they'll take it." He nodded, "Three times they'll keep it overnight."

"Understood," She nodded, pulled her backpack off and quickly hid her phone inside, "Why do we still have to wear this uniform anyway?"

"Headmaster has this thing about conformity, I swear the guy thinks he's running a military camp or a cult." Luka joked,

Rose laughed,

"Everyone has to wear it, pre-school littles all the way up to us seniors, and even post-grads."

"Oh..."

"Yeah, even the teachers kinda have a uniform."

"How strange,"

"Wasn't like this at your old place?"

"No, we all wore our own clothes. All year groups did."

"Lucky," he smiled, "You- You uhh, do look nice though,"

"Aww, thank you." She blushed,

They made their way up the steps and inside the main school building,

"Anything else I need to know?" she asked,

"Keep your head down, and you'll be fine." He told her, "Gotham Prep isn't too bad, you'll just find everyone is kinda a pric-"

"Mr Mitchell." The booming and yet still vile voice of Professor Cuvier broke through Luka's words.

Professor Cuvier emerged from the shadows of the adjoining corridor, the tall man loomed over Luka and Rose in his black suit and red tie.

"Sir." Luka sighed,

"No, no, do continue Mr Mitchell. Grace us with your opinions of our school."

Luka did not answer, he knew he was in enough trouble already,

"That's what I thought," he nodded, "Headphones, and whatever it is they are attached to." He opened his hand expectantly,

Luka rolled his eyes, handed over his music player and pulled the headphones out from his shirt before he handed them over too.

"Thank you." Professor Cuvier wickedly smiled, "And you, Miss?"

"Rose Asher, Sir." Rose nodded,

"Ahh yes, our newbie." He sighed, "Hats are against our dress code, remove it at once."

"Oh- Sorry, sir." Rose slowly pulled her hat from her head and held it sheepishly in her hands, Her long black curls fell around her shoulders,

Luka couldn't hold back a small smile, he'd only ever seen her with her hat. And he immediately rather liked her hair down.

"Do you have a hair tie, Miss Asher?" He glared,

Rose nodded, she pulled a red ribbon from her back and pulled her hair up into a ponytail,

"Ensure this doesn't happen again,"

"Yes sir,"

"Good, come with me to the office. We'll set you up with your supplies and arrange a fellow student for you to shadow."

"Oh- Actually," Rose said, "L- Mr Mitchell already offered to assist me this first week."

"Did he?" He glared at Luka,

"I did sir," Luka nodded,

"Humm-" Professor Cuvier scoffed, "I would recommend selecting a more... academically focused student to shadow Miss Asher. Good to begin as you mean to go on."

Luka bit his bottom lip and glared daggers into Professor Cuvier's eyes.

"With all due respect Professor Cuvier, I would prefer to shadow someone I trust. And that would be Mr Mitchell." Rose smiled,

"Very well." He snapped, "Come." He turned on his heels and began to walk to the office,

"Thanks," Luka whispered as they followed,

"You're welcome," she smiled, as she fixed a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

Chapter Seven - Roast Quail

Luka pushed open the front door with a slight shove, the creak of the hinges echoed in the stillness of the late afternoon. He kicked the door closed behind him with a soft thud. After he tossed his messenger bag onto the staircase, the fabric hit the steps with a gentle plop, he made his way into the busy kitchen.

As he leaned against the doorframe, the warm, savoury scents enveloped him. His mother, Julliet, was the centre of the action. Stood at the kitchen island, her hair was meticulously styled, cascaded in soft waves, and her make-up was fresh and vibrant. She wore her tall heels and her body was elegantly encased in a blue sparkly dress that shimmered subtly under the kitchen lights. A yellow apron, slightly askew from her hurried movements, was tied around her waist.

In front of her, a large, stainless steel bowl rested precariously on the countertop. Julliet gripped a wooden spoon, her brow furrowed in concentration as she attempted to mash the steaming potatoes within.

Luka watched for a moment, a smile crept onto his face at the sight of his mother. "Hey..."

"Ahh! Hello, Luka darling!" she greeted,

"What uhh... what's going on here?" Luka raised an eyebrow,

"I'm making dinner, Roast quail and trimmings."

"... Mom, I haven't seen you cook since I was twelve." Luka narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"Yes, well..." she trailed off, "It's about time I did."

"Don't you have a date with Steven tonight?"

"No, I just want to spend time at home with my darling boy,"

"Okay..."

"So, how about you go put on your nice clothes and set the table for dinner."

"I just got back from classes, why do I need to be in my nice clothes to have dinner?" Luka asked as his suspicion grew,

"It's fun to dress up, and we're using the dining room today might as well make the most of it." she smiled,

"The dining room?" He questioned,

"Yes, we're having a nice big dinner, wearing our best, and using the dining room. Won't it be lovely Darling?"

Suddenly it all clicked in his mind, "Mom?"

"Yes, Luka?"

"Who's coming to dinner?" He glared at her to ensure she couldn't avoid his question,

"Why would anyone be coming to dinner?" She laughed unconvincingly, unable to meet his eyes,

"Who is it?" He pushed the matter,

"Alright." She gave in, "Steven is coming to dinner."

"Lovely, Have fun," he told her before he headed for the door,

"No, no." She stopped him, "All of us."

"Seriously, I'll eat later. Or go out-"

"Luka." She stopped, "Steven is a part of my life now, and he wants to meet you. I want my two favourite boys to spend dinner with me." She smiled as she took his hands,

Luka rolled his eyes, "Fine." he accepted begrudgingly,

"Thank you," she smiled, "Nice clothes, Please."

"Alright," he nodded,

Luka grabbed his bag and ascended the staircase to his bedroom, the familiar creak of the floorboards beneath his feet echoed softly in the quiet house. Once inside, he tossed his backpack onto the bed, where it landed with a soft thud against the neatly made covers. He swiftly changed into a crisp grey shirt and his dark jeans. After a glance in the mirror, he gave himself a generous spray of deodorant, followed by a few spritzes of his cheaper cologne.

He made his way back down the stairs, to the dining room. As he entered, he found his mother, Julliet, meticulously positioned the dining table settings. The table was adorned beautifully, with elegant settings for each place, delicate flowers in a vase at the centre, and an array of dishes artfully displayed, all ready for the evening's meal.

"Am I acceptable?" He asked,

"Of course, you are my darling." she cooed, as she rested her hands on his shoulders, "You look very handsome." she kissed his cheek,

"Mom," he complained before he hastily wiped it away.

The doorbell then rang and Julliet rushed to the door, Luka sighed.

Before long, she reappeared, her arm elegantly linked with that of a tall and slender gentleman. He had thinning blonde hair that caught the light in a soft sheen. Dressed in a crisp light yellow shirt that contrasted with his black trousers. In his other hand, he held a bottle of wine,

"Luka Darling, This is my boyfriend." Julliet introduced,

"Well hiya sport," He greeted, "Steven Franklin, Pleasure to meet you." he offered his hand,

"Hi." Luka forced a pleasant smile and shook the man's hand a little firmer than he first intended,

"Whoa- quite the grip there!" Steven Laughed,

"Yeah, sorry." he shrugged,

"Jul- Your mother has told me so much about you."

"Yeah, great..."

"Well, let's open up our wine." Julliet smiled,

The three took their seats at the table and Julliet built them each a plate full of food,

"Thank you beautiful," Steven smiled blowing her a kiss as he took his plate,

Luka thought back the urge to roll his eyes, as he took his own plate. "Thanks, Mom."

The meal was silent but the clacks of cutlery against plates, and the gentle coo's between Steven and Julliet. Luka very much felt like a third wheel, and began to speed up his food so he could escape to his room and start texting Rose.

"So, Luka?" Steven broke the silence,

"Yeah?" He glanced up,

"What did you get up to today?"

"...class."

"Oh, did you enjoy it?"

"Ughh, it was class." he shrugged, "So no."

"No? I loved my classes, I couldn't help but leap out of bed to get there on time." Steven smiled, "I went to Gotham High you know,"

"Cool."

"Your mother tells me you're at Gotham Prep?"

"Yeah."

"Very impressive, you need to be pretty smart to keep to the curve there." He laughed, "You must be a little genius,"

"Nope."

"Ohh now don't be modest,"

"No, really I've been the lowest-grading kid for the last three years."

"Oh?" he nodded, "Well I uhh I bet you must be super involved them, couldn't afford to lose student council or top athlete right?"

"Don't do any extra" Luka replied,

"Oh..." he hummed a tad confused,

"If you're wondering how I haven't been kicked out yet," Luka sighed, "I'm on the Scholar program,"

"Ahh." He nodded in understanding, "How uhh-" he began,

But Luka immediately knew the question, "We don't pay for it."

Steven hummed and nodded,

"His godfather handles it." Julliet smiled as she sipped her wine,

"Fascinating."

"So." She changed the subject, "We have something we wanted to discuss with you."

"Right?" Luka raised an eyebrow,

"How would you feel about me hanging out here more often?" Steven suggested,

"...sure," Luka shrugged, a little confused. As his mother's boyfriends had never asked about being here before,

"How about if he hung out with us every day?" she asked,

"Like, Move in with us?"

"If that's okay with you?" Steven smiled,

Luka sat silently for a moment, he didn't really want him to move in with them, but he also saw how much his mother wanted this and he knew he'd be moving out as soon as he graduated anyway.

"Sure, I don't see why not."

"Thank you my darling," Julliet smiled,

"Thank you, I promise we'll stay out of your way." Steven smiled,

"Yeah." Luka nodded as he finished up with his food, "May I be excused?"

"Alright," she nodded,

"Thanks."

"Course I'm sure you have things to do," Steven laughed, "Lovely to meet you Luka, hopefully, we can spend some time together once I get moved in."

"Yeah, sure." Luka forced out as he got out of his chair and quickly headed to his room, 

Chapter Eight - Over Crowded

Luka stepped out of his bathroom, feeling the cool air brush against his skin as beads of water clung to his body. He had a towel securely wrapped around his waist, while a second towel draped around his neck captured the steady trickle of water sliding down his thick curls. The damp locks fell slightly over his forehead, giving him a tousled look. He glanced around his room, the evening streetlights filtering through the curtains, his room lit by only a small orange lamp on his desk. Spotting his phone lying haphazardly on his unmade bed, he reached out and picked it up, the screen lighting up in his hand. As he quickly clicked his messages, his heart raced a little at the thought of chatting with Rose, his fingers hovering over her name.

Luka - Hey, just got out of the shower 🚿. Are you ready to call now? 📞

Before he tossed his damp towel into the overflowing hamper in the corner of his room. Setting his phone down on his cluttered desk, he carefully propped it up with a stack of books, their spines faded from years of use. The familiar buzz of notifications began to vibrate against the surface, creating a rhythmic disturbance in the quiet of the room.

He opened the drawer of his wardrobe, rummaging through its chaotic contents until his fingers brushed against a pair of vibrant red boxers. He pulled them out, and swiftly slipped them on, just as the vibrating phone continued to demand his attention. He glanced over and smiled, to see Rose's call. Her little picture filled his screen so he quickly clicked to accept it.

A soft glow emanated from the screen as she appeared, her figure dressed in thigh-high white socks that hugged her legs, paired with a pair of small cotton shorts and her loose-fitting hoodie. Her hair was in a bun. She sat comfortably in her desk chair, which creaked softly under her slight weight,

Behind her, the scene was cosy and inviting. Her bed was meticulously made, showcasing crisp white sheets tucked neatly beneath a fluffy comforter. Above the headboard, a string of slightly blue fairy lights twinkled gently. A print of a majestic phoenix adorned the wall,

"Hey!" He greeted rubbing his towel over his wet hair,

"Oh! Uhh hi, Luka?" Rose gasped her eyes firmly on Luka's half-naked body being presented through her phone,

Luka was confused by her tone so glanced at his phone and saw Rose's face, in that exact moment he realized if he could see her. Then... she can see him. So...he was basically giving her a free thirst trap, As he stood in only his boxers fresh out of the shower. Without hesitation, he jumped out of the phone camera's view and immediately began apologizing, "Oh my god- Rose I am so so sorry- I didn't mean to- I didn't-"

"It's okay," she cooed, "It's my fault, I assumed we were video calling. I should have asked first. I can swap it?"

"No, no it uhh it's okay, I wanna video call with you." he blushed as he quickly grabbed a shirt and some sweatpants, he tossed them on and came back into the camera's view, "Hi, again."

"Hi." she waved,

"Sorry about that, I uhh I hope it's okay." He said as he sat on his desk chair,

"It's fine, I'm not complaining." she shrugged,

They both laughed a little,

"So? What's up with you today?"

"Nothing much, just chores. Mom's still at work."

"Ahh, you gonna be okay? Home alone?"

"She'll be home in a bit, she never works nights. Says she doesn't trust this place."

"Can't say I blame her."

"What about you?"

"Fine, fine, normal stuff." He shrugged, not really wanting to tell her he'd been running around Wayne Manor all day, "Tired."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, not getting much sleep." he rubbed his eyes,

"Oh, your mom?"

"Yeah." he sighed, "I liked it better when she was out every night at least then it was quiet, now I just have to lay with a pillow over my head listening to '-eak -eak -eak -eak -eak'"

Rose laughed,

"Yeah, I swear I have learned so much about my mother since he moved in. None of which I EVER wanted to know,"

"Aww you poor thing,"

"Thanks, I'll be fine. I'm sure they'll cut it out soon."

"You can only hope."

"I don't know, house seems so... crowded now. Like Overcrowded." He sighed, "Feel like a third wheel around this place,"

"I'm sorry,"

"It's not your fault Rose."

"I know, but still I wish I could help."

"You are a help, Rose," he told her, "You're texts, calls, getting to hang out and vent with you. It's nice, "

"Well, I'm glad I can be of help, even just a little bit."

"You help me more than you know, Rosie." he smiled,

"Awwww!" she blushed, "You're too sweet to me,"

"I try my best," He joked,

The two settled into their familiar rhythm as they chatted for a solid couple of hours, They delved into discussions about their classes, sharing frustrations over difficult assignments and the pressures of upcoming exams. Each story was laced with laughter and exasperation often interrupting each other with amusing anecdotes that filled the air with their infectious laughter. In typical fashion, they also found time to complain and rant about everything and nothing, the usual banter that characterized their calls. From the latest ridiculous trends on social media to shared grievances about the weather, they let their thoughts flow freely, relishing the opportunity to voice their opinions without judgment with one another.

"We should call off then, don't want to keep you up too long," Rose smiled,

"It's alright, I don't mind." Luka answered, "Unless you wanna head to bed,"

She nodded and yawned, "I think so,"

"Okay, I'll see you on Monday at school anyway right?"

"Course, and I know we'll text tomorrow."

"I'm sure we will."

"Oh, Luka?"

"Yeah?"

"I think your shirt's inside out,"

"Is it?" he glanced down at himself, "Damn it, must have done it in my rush." he shrugged as he gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, "Wait... now it's inside out?" He asked as he looked over his shirt, he was confused given it was inside out and now he pulled it off and still inside out, so it... it must have been the right way the first time - "Rose?"

Rose blushed and giggled slightly,

"My shirt was fine wasn't it?" he smirked,

"It was," she admitted,

"Rose!"

"I was just curious to see again."

"Hey!" He playfully joked,

"Sorry," she blushed

"It's alright, I'm not complaining." He shrugged,

"I just wanted to have another look before we call off."

"Yeah?" he blushed, "You just wanted to see?" he smirked as he tossed his shirt from his hands and leant back against his chair,

"You're very cute," she blushed,

"Well you're very cute too," He smiled, "Maybe I should call you shirtless every day." he winked,

She playfully rolled her eyes, "Goodnight Luka."

"Goodnight Rose," he smiled

The two waved softly to each other before they called off and Luka's phone went black,

Luka sat in his chair for a moment the smile falling from his lips, as he already felt like he missed the sound of her voice and the sweet view of her face. He tossed his shirt back on and took his phone with him to the bed, He shut off his light and left his phone to charge. Before he wrapped his arms around his pillow,

"Goodnight, sweet Rosie," he whispered into the darkness before he began to drift off to sleep.

Chapter Nine - Work Out

Deep within Wayne Manor, Luka grunted with every exertion, his muscles straining against the challenge of the pull-up bar. His fingers curled tightly around the cool, metallic pole, trembling slightly as he fought to maintain his grip through his leather gloves and bandages. Beads of sweat traced a path down his forehead, mingling with the determination etched on his face. With each chin-up, he focused intently, counting silently to himself,

Luka was clad in the same striking outfit he always chose for his training sessions. His red leggings hugged his legs snugly, The sleek black muscle tee clung to his frame. A harness of weights was strapped securely around his shoulders and waist. His arms bore the evidence of his hard work, wrapped in bandages and plasters that barely concealed the bruises he had accumulated during countless challenging sessions.

He kept his legs straight, feeling the tension run through his body, like a taut wire, as he pulled himself upward. Each ascent was a battle, but he maintained a steady rhythm, his breath coming in measured gasps.

"You're remarkably on the ball today?" Alfred laughed from the mat,

"Yeah." Luka snapped back,

"You trying to work off a pizza, I don't know about?" He joked,

"No, it's nothing," Luka replied between gasps,

"Mhm... sure." he nodded, "Hang time. Go on."

"Can't... I... Do... A... few... more..." He gasped,

Alfred paused, "Hang time. Now."

Luka groaned and did as he was told climbing up onto the bar and hanging down from only his leg grip, "Can't I do a few more pull-ups? Or a while more on the treadmill?" he pleaded,

"Luka, have you somehow been replaced by a CrossFit robot?"

"No, I just want to do alot of cardio and weights." he shrugged,

"You need slower, cool down stuff too or you'll end up hurting yourself."

"I know..." he whined, "But I just think-"

"What?"

"That doing a more intense workout will be better for me."

"Mhm..." Alfred nodded, "Why?"

"I just want to," Luka lied,

"You know Luka if you're having any issues with your confi-"

"I'm fine Alfred." he snapped, "I just... want to work out a little more,"

"Horse. Go on."

Luka rolled his eyes but jumped down and headed over to the brown pommel horse, he climbed up and began the usual routine so drilled into his mind he didn't need to think about it, holding each stay to his limit as was always the rules.

"Any late-night snack cupboard trips you want to hide from your mother?" Alfred asked, using this excuse to pry into Luka's mind while he was focused.

"I'm not ten anymore."

"Hence why I asked." he glared,

"You planning on fighting some boys at school?" Alfred asked,

"I'm not fourteen!" He complained,

"Alright, some cute little thing at school?"

Luka was silent, almost tumbling off the horse.

"Oh?"

"No!"

"Is there?"

"No... no... course not... what a... what a foolish-"

"Luka, is there some cute little thing at school you're trying to impress? Wanting to work out more maybe get to look nice with your shirt off?"

"...Maybe." He blushed as he jumped down,

"Who are they?"

"It's nothing-" Luka answered, "I just... She's nice, cute, sweet, adorable, pretty, smart... I just... I like her. And I wanna spend more time with her. Get to know her. I don't want to rush into anything stupid."

"Well, I'm thankful for that." he nodded, "I've had quite enough running around cleaning up Bruce's messes, I am too old to be dealing with yours."

"I know," Luka blushed, "I'm not stupid, I'm not gonna do anything dumb,"

"You think she might like you too?"

"I hope so... it's too early to really tell if she likes me back."

"Do you want her to?"

"...yeah."

"Well, there's no fault in asking."

"You think so?"

"What could go wrong," Alfred shrugged,

"Thanks." Luka smiled,

"Go on, hit the shower."

Luka nodded thoughtfully, a contemplative look crossing his face as he turned to head toward the shower. He took a few steps forward, but then suddenly paused, his hand lingering on the doorframe. "Uhh Alfred?"

"Yes, Luka?"

"Maybe uhh... could you not tell Mr Wayne about this?"

"And why shouldn't I inform Mr Wayne about your new enthusiasm for exercise."

"You know what he gets like," Luka sighed, "I just... kinda want, Rose to be all mine for a while you know? Just my little secret."

"Not a word," Alfred promised,

"Thank you!" He flashed a quick smile, the kind that lit up his eyes, before he dashed off toward the bathroom, eager to jump into the refreshing cascade of water from the showerhead. 

Chapter Ten - 4.35AM

The sun had yet to rise over the sprawling metropolis of Gotham, cloaking the city in deep shadows and a blanket of tranquillity. The streets, slick from the previous night's rain, bore silent puddles that mirrored the dim light of the early morning sky, creating a serene yet haunting atmosphere. It was a strange kind of stillness as if the world were holding its breath, waiting for the day to awaken.

Luka lay nestled in his bed, the covers drawn snugly around his waist, providing warmth against the cool air that crept to him. His unruly curls fanned out across the pillow, framing a face that was peaceful in slumber. His arms hung over the edges of the pillow, relaxed and devoid of tension, while his mouth hung slightly open, allowing soft breaths to escape, punctuated by the occasional light snore. A small pool of drool formed at the corner of his mouth, as he blissfully dreamed through the quiet moments before dawn.

But his peace was soon interrupted,

The jarring clatter of bedsprings reverberated through the room, mingling with the relentless thud of the headboard as it struck the walls with an almost frantic rhythm. Broken only by his mother's screaming and Steven's grunts.

Luka slowly peeled open his heavy eyelids, He felt a frown creasing his forehead as he instinctively recognised the sound that cut through the morning silence.

With a resigned sigh that seemed to echo in the stillness of the room, he turned his head, seeking refuge in the soft, familiar embrace of his pillow.

He pressed his face against the cool fabric, trying to muffle the unwelcome noise, or perhaps trying to smother himself in it.

But alas he was wide awake.

He turned and grabbed his phone from the charger,

He bit back a groan when he saw the numbers,

'4.35 AM'

Luka reluctantly forced himself up from the warmth of his bed, the remnants of sleep still clinging to him. He rubbed his tired eyes and took a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead. The soft light of morning filtered through the curtains, but he knew the atmosphere in the house would be anything but peaceful. With a heavy sigh, he trudged into the small, cluttered bathroom, his feet cold against the tiled floor.

He quickly discarded his comfortable shorts, letting them fall into a heap on the floor. Turning on the faucet, he adjusted the temperature until the water ran hot and steamy, filling the air with warmth. He stepped under the cascade, feeling the heat envelop him, and began scrubbing his skin with fervour. Each scrub felt cathartic, as he focused on washing away not just the dirt but the frustration he felt towards the sounds echoing from his mother's room. He lathered up with soap, working meticulously to cleanse every inch of himself, splashing water over his body to mask the unwelcome noise that managed to break through the bathroom door.

After what felt like an eternity in the shower, Luka finally allowed the water to wash away the last remnants of his thoughts. He reluctantly stepped out, letting the cool air hit his damp skin as he reached for a fluffy towel. As he dried off, the towel felt soft against his skin, soothing him momentarily as he dressed in his go-to lazy day outfit of comfortable joggers and a loose-fitting t-shirt that hung off his frame.

Luka groaned softly, cringing at the cacophony seeping through the walls. Determined to shield himself from it, he reached for his headphones, plugging them in and cranking up the volume on his favourite playlist. He smoothed his hair, splashed cold water on his face, wrapped his bruises and broken skin, and brushed his teeth vigorously.

And even still the sound hadn't ended so he gave up and went downstairs in the hope of being further from the sounds. He made himself a large plate of French toast and poured a bowl of cereal.

He mindlessly read the back of the box as he ate his food, reading over the various fibre and sugar contents while he ate.

Luka jumped as his phone vibrated but he happily grabbed it,

Rose - Good Morning 🙂

So he quickly texted her back,

Luka - Morning 🙁

Rose - What's wrong? And why are you up so early? You don't usually reply for at least few hours?

Luka - Mom woke me up,

Rose - Her and Steven again?

Luka - Yep

Rose - Aww, you poor thing, Sorry Luka

Luka - Thanks Rose, Just annoying to deal with.

Rose - surely they'll get over it soon,

Luka jumped a little as the sudden screams and groans broke through his headphones and then silence,

Luka - Yay!

Rose - Over?

Luka - Over. Now I just pray they don't start again

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Welcome to Wayne Manner

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Hello there and welcome. I am Bruce Wayne. You may address me as Bruce or Mr. Wayne.. if we are close you may call me Master Wayne, Brucie or a personal nickname as long as it's appropriate.

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A bit more about myself: I am autistic. I might come off as standoffish or rude. So I would like to apologize in advance. Please inform me if I do something that upsets you. I enjoy coffee in various ways, including black coffee. My pronouns are He/Him though I do not mind They/Them. I am open to trying others as well. Honestly, I don't particularly care so whatever is easiest for you.

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I do block freely. This is a safe place for everyone. Please remain respectful to not only myself but others interacting with my blog. Thank you.

Profile art was made by @loadingbones I highly suggest checking out their blog.

[djarinova]

trying so hard to lock Out of tumblr and be in the moment socially but . bruce <3