Jack Fenton, Formerly Wayne Pt. 3
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Thomas and Martha Wayne knew, to a degree, what is going on with their eldest son.
"It's from my side of the family... it skips a generation at times..." Martha explained the first night that Johnathan had cried into her arms claiming that he saw ghosts. "From what my grandmother used to say.... my mother had it the worse. Comparing to what I was told, Jack could have it just the same if not worse."
Thomas patted his son's back in an attempt to sooth him. Her words kept repeating in the back of his mind as he watched his teenage son ramble on wanting to strangle his grandfather... Thomas' own father. Can't blame Johnny. His father... the late Saul Wayne, was an asshole who was a great business man but horrible father.
"He thinks Bruce is weak! I mean, sure he's afraid of the dark and small animals, but so what! I know you're afraid of bats but you fought through that when we saved Bruce from that dried up well!"
Thomas visibly shivered at the thought of the bats. Bats are not his favorite animals. Oddly enough, Martha adores them.
"They. Won't. Stop. Whispering." Johnny's eyes temporarily glowed green, before they shifted back to a freezing blue. Thomas sat by his son, patting his knee in an attempt to help his through this time.
"Yes, yes. They are horrible. Should we play some music? Drown them out?" Thomas asked.
Johnny shook his head, he covered his ears with his hands. Shutting his eyes as he tried to drown out the wails of the ghosts that haunt the mansion. Nothing was working. He just wants it to stop.
Tired of the eyes filled with pity by his family.
Seeing his brother be out right terrified of him... that was something that has his heart clench in pain. He never wanted to scare his brother. Life just dealt him a horrible hand.
"Alright... sleep. Oh, we were invited to an opera this weekend. Would you...?" Thomas asked hopefully but gave his son an opportunity to back out if he chooses to. Johnny never liked going out. In recent time, even opting out of going to public school after... what had happened. Not his fault. But others assume... many assumptions. "You don't have to go!"
Johnny's eyes glowed green, they widened when he stared at his father. Thomas felt his son was not staring at him. But through him. He turned around to see nothing behind him. Turning back to Johnny to see his face had turned ashen. "Johnny boy... chap?"
"I'm going!!! I'm going!!!!"
Johnathan Kane Wayne could see the same spirit that only showed up when death is near....