The storm rarely occured in this part of the town. It's past midnight and the storm still going. Walking as quietly as she can, she opened the door with a key that he gave her. The house was dark with no light at all but she had no problem navigating her way to the couch, picking the blanket that had been tossed to the ground and gently draped them over the lean figure sleeping on the couch.
She sat down by the couch, running her fingers through the thick black hair and humming lullaby. Praying that whatever this boy was dreaming, it won't be a nightmare.
It's a routine. One that she will never wanted to stop.
One that she will never wanted to give up.
Not to anyone.
Especially not to a stranger that came out of nowhere. She won't. No one. She won't.
So, please.
No.
She cried.
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Abandoned Son
FanfictionSeven years, he had been abandoned by both his parents for seven year. And now Bruce want him back home? Home? How dare him!
