A/N: I know I am at fault for letting time pass and not update. I will be honest, my muse for it was gone and because I wasn't sure how to fully end it. And also because my life became very stressful and I really had no time to sit down and write. I want to thank those who have encouraged me to continue and just know that I was definitely going to finish it at some point. I have the final chapters already drafted and hopefully they will be ready to be posted soon.
This story has been apart of me since my high school years. It has taken me six years to write this and I am not going to delete it just because someone told me so. I love this story with all my heart and there is no way I am going to let someone tell me its not good enough because to me it is and that is all that matters.
Again, thank you to those who waited patiently and I hope to not keep you waiting any longer.
Success seemed to be on our side now as we caught up with the truck that was carrying the bomb. However, I had this gnawing feeling that the success was to be short-lived.
I detested it when I was right about my bad feelings. My heart dropped as I overheard Bruce telling Gordon that the only chance was to pull the bomb away himself with the Bat.
But there was no autopilot.
Before I could comprehend what I was doing, I bolted toward his direction as he seemed to seem farther away.
I forced myself to keep up with him as he practically ran to the back of the truck. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I desperately tried to think of something that would not involve Bruce killing himself. "You said you would never leave me!" I screamed in pure sadness and rage.
He stopped midway and turned to fully look at me. His eyes were piercing my own. Bruce took a hold of me tightly. It would be the last time I would be in his arms and the thought was unbearable. I felt so empty. "I am doing this because I am saving you. I want you to have the full life you deserve. A chance to start all over again and have a good life."
"No! Don't you see that my full life is with you. I want a good life with you! I have loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you and this is how you say you love me back!?" I was outraged and I guess I was being selfish. But this was the man I love sacrificing himself. Can one blame me? "I want to go with you."
"No!" He grasped me tighter almost shaking me. "I love you more than my own life. You have shown me what love is again. Don't think this doesn't pain me because it does. If there was another way I would do it, but there isn't and these innocent people need a chance to live. I love you and I always will." Before I could protest and slap him because of his stubbornness he swept me into the heart melting and knee-buckling kiss that I would never forget. It would forever be engraved in my mind. I savored his taste and held his face close to me.
All that we have been through has led up to this moment.
Bruce had to push away from me. A sobbed escaped me as I sunk to my knees and watched as he boarded that damn plane. Gordon's hand gently grasped my shoulder and he walked past me to have one final word with him. I didn't hear what he said, but I saw realization cross shadow his face as the plane rose up from the cold ground.
I shut my eyes tightly and for the first time in a long time I prayed desperately. The tears were endless but I clung to the little faith I had left.
The emptiness enveloped me and I accepted it.
Gordon's words echoed through my ears, but I simply stood before Bruce's grave motionless. There was no sun on this day, however I felt that I needed to hide my face from everyone with the huge designer black sunglasses. I didn't want to see the looks of pity on everyone's face. That is also why I told no one of his funeral and the only people I wanted here was Luscious, John, and Gordon. Only they knew the truth and the only people who needed to be here.
I grasped the red rose in my hand and did not even notice the blood dripping from my pale finger. I felt no pain. I was numb.
John grasped my arm and led me away from the grave. "You really need to take care of yourself Violet, for his sake."
"I have nothing left John, nothing left but this big empty mausoleum. I don't want to be here anymore." I confessed as he led me around the massive gardens of the grand home. This place was nothing but a taunting reminder of what life could have been like if he had lived.
"You don't have to. If you want to leave I respect that, however I am talking about taking care of yourself." John stopped walking and stood right in front of me. "Alfred said you haven't slept nor had anything to eat. You can't do this Violet, otherwise he would have died for nothing." John reminded me.
I took off my sunglasses and looked at John straight in the eyes. I wasn't angry with him, I was angry with the situation. "No one will ever understand my pain, especially when you have been with this person through hell and back. I will never forget what you said to me, that I was destined to be with him. I am destined to be with him and it hurts me that he won't ever come back. Now I am just destined to be with his memory forever." There were no more tears at the moment. My eyes were so red and dry. "Please just let me grieve they I want to."
John simply nodded and kissed the top of my head. "I will give you a call later."
"Okay." I said to ease him. All I wanted to do was sleep, now that he had mentioned it. All of a sudden, it felt as if the trees were spinning. I took hold of John's arm and held onto it tightly. John was calling out my name, but it felt that he was calling from afar. The darkness enveloped me once again and I accepted it.
Distant giggles reached my ears when I stepped out into the gardens of Wayne Manor. I followed the cheerful noise deep into the gardens and was stunned to see a small brunette boy, roughly around the age of eight, running around and hiding behind the tree trunk.
"You can't catch me!' He yelled excitedly.
"Thomas, if I catch you my hands will show no mercy." A male voice replied back. The voice did sound so familiar to Violet as she stood near by. They were still too far away from her. No matter how much she walked closer to them, they some how seemed to get farther away from her.
"We'll see about that!" The little dark-haired boy challenged.
Realization suddenly dawned on her this little boy was her baby she lost eight years ago. His name would have been Thomas and he would have been the most intelligent little boy. He would have been Bruce and Violet's most cherished beloved son. She watched in awe as Bruce snuck up on Thomas and took him into his arms tickling him mercilessly. Thomas' giggles filled the warm summer air and it brought a tear to Violet's eyes as she saw her destiny right before her eyes.
Bruce ceased his tickling and kissed the top of his son's head. They both stood up from the ground with smiles still on their faces and they walked hand in hand back to the Manor.
I woke up with a sudden jolt and was surprised to see that I was in my own bed and still at Wayne Manor. I looked to my right and saw that Alfred was sleeping in the lounge chair not too far away from the bed. Slowly, I unwrapped the covers from myself and made my way toward the restroom.
Once inside, I made my way over to the sink and splashed my face with cool water. Gripping both sides of the sink and I took a few deep breaths. The dream seemed so surreal to me. I glanced up and saw a ghost of a woman stare back at me. My black hair hung loosely around my face and my eyes seemed empty. It was as if the life had been sucked right out of me.
Before I could further look at myself in the mirror, I felt a wave of nausea overcome me and I ran straight to the toilet and vomited. I sunk to the floor as all came in one overpowering wave.
Alfred had persuaded me to eat this evening, but I now realized that it was all in vain because my body rejected it now. Another wave came and I let it all out.
A few minutes later it ceased and I shakily stood up from the marble floor to retrieve something from the cabinet.
I pulled out a box of pregnancy test and without hesitation I took it because I knew what the result would be.
I was pregnant.