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Bruce is scared, because he knew he angered his city, his protector, his city’s ghost, his everything.
He already knew a week before he got ready to leave for the abandoned mansion in the middle back of the city, he felt the pull and tugging at his core from his city. “Gotham, I’m hurry as fast as I can my city.”
Bruce whispers under his breath trying to calm his city if only for a few moments.
Bruce had lost control of his emotions Sunday the week before having attacked and injured Jason, fracturing a couple ribs while breaking two. Bruising him too.
His city has never been this mad with him only the two times he couldn’t save his sons. Bruce still has the ecto burn scars on his hip bones from when he couldn’t save Jason and the claw marks from when Tim was tortured into being Joker Jr.
His city had been furious with his those time and they’ve been cruel.
Bruce pushed his bed to the side and back away from the wall, grabbing the bag his city gave him the first time they met. Pushing his bed back into place before placing it beside the duffel bag that was already packed with clothes, toiletries and a lot of bandages and other medical supplies.
inside the bag his city gave him were the diaries he wrote everything his city inside, the ghost blade that cuts through skin without it hurting, astrology books and the collar, it was a slick back collar cut out of the galaxy with stars and constellation sparkling through it, loss chains hanging low with a metal hop in the middle for the ghost chain his city has.
Grabbing the bag and putting it in the duffel bag before zipping the duffel bag up, grabbing it from the bed as he walks out of his room and to his office.
Opening the door to the cave hidden behind the grandfather clock in his office before descending down the steps.
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Bruce is standing in front of the batcomputer, in costume with the cowl off, looking at all of his children that were there for the rare occasion their all together, having listened to all of the reports he had to leave fast as the tugging at his core was getting stronger and more intense by the second.
Bruce cleared his throat, letting himself slip into the role of Batman. “Thank you Dick. Though I need you to inform the Justice league that I will be gone for a month minimum and I-“
“Fuck you mean a month, old man?”
“Todd. Don’t speak to father that way.” Damian hissed at Jason, the sigh that he let out was heavier than usual he needed to leave.
“I will be gone for the month… maybe longer I don’t now when I’ll be back so I’m in trusting Gotham to you all in my absence.”
“Afraid… why?”
Batman turned to look Cass who was silent as ever asked with a slightly cat like tilt to her head.
He feels the others staring at him because Batman doesn’t do afraid. “Cass. What do you mean?” Dick asked from beside Batman looking between him and Cassandra.
