Right so this is just a real short drabble that I'm only posting here so that I don't have a blank week. The next chapter of 'Phantom DxD' is already posted on my P at re on and the one after that will be posted within the next eight days, seven days following that I will start posting chapters here again but as you can guess I need to give the paying customers a lead so that they don't drop me (at least no more drop me, one left me this past week :( ). I hope you enjoy this little story, leave a review, and if you haven't read any of my other works please check them out.
Roses were a flower that represents the family or Batman well. Diverse, hardy, beautiful, thorny, and they all stood for something. From the Green, Yellow, and Red of Dick Grayson's first Robin costume to Batman's pure black vintage each rose held a spot on the sleeves and within the hearts of the Batfamily.
Bruce's pain and sorrow shaped him into the man he was that very day. He was a rose as black as midnight.
Dick alone showed his love and joy freely despite the hardships of his past. Red and Yellow petals coated the ground wherever he walked.
Barbara was salmon, joining the crusade first only for the thrill but her desire to help only grew over the course of her hard fought carrier.
Jason was orange. Energetic, enthusiastic, and held a great desire to prove himself not only to others but also to himself.
Tim one could say was pink, admiring the strength and skill of those who came before him and joyfully joining the clan.
Stephanie was peach, thankful for the opportunity to fight beside the Bat and make up for the sins of her blood.
Damien was a green rose but bore the color in no other way. He was the next generation of Bruce's crusade and full of the potential to grow into an even better man than his father.
Cassandra was the cream rose. Thoughtful and charming but no less deadly than any other, she was as stubborn as they come and took root and flourished wherever she may be.
The only thing missing was the white rose, but alas purity and innocence had no place among the darkness and those who fought against it. If any such rose did exist among the Bat's it was quickly stained a myriad of colors as the harshness of the world clawed at it. Nonetheless its roots would no doubt hold strong and the flower would bloom again. Legends and symbols didn't die after all, they grew and spread, but even when they wilted they never died.
Like I said just a real short thing to keep my posting schedule on track. For those of you who care the rose colors I used and their meanings are accurate but are not the full meanings for most of them. Hope you enjoyed it.
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