My Mischievous little boy
Little noises
It has been a month since we had lost Damien. He was taken by his mother. She had him killed and then ran off with what she calls her new son. Really it's just soulless monster. We had to bury the baby of our family, because of that monster. Talia had to pay, but she's been off the radar for the past month. Ever since Damian died she went under.
Batman also went under. I don't have the will to put on the cape anymore. I just hadn't had it in me. Luckily some of the league has come to pick up the slack since the Leviathans had their little incident. I've been staying at the manor and have not really left. I've been spending my time in the cave. Just thinking. The kids have only been around a few times.
I've been sitting here in the dark for a few hours now. Alfred has come and set a tray of food beside me I haven't touched it. Titus has moved either from my feet. He barked and howled for days after Damian didn't return, but must have tired himself out. Or he finally figured out that his boy was never coming back. Even the cat seemed to be depressed. He hasn't really done anything but sleep on Damian's bed. And Bat Cow hasn't tried to kick over anything for a week the manor is the kind of quiet that it was before Damian's was always so quiet here that sometimes my mind plays tricks.
I swear I can hear footsteps late in the night when Alfred is in bed. They come up right behind me and stop. Sometimes I hear a soft whisper. Sometimes I hear music playing somewhere in the manor and when the curiosity becomes too much I do go to check it out. But like any one would expect. The second I come to close. It all stops. The second I turn around to the whispers and the footsteps they disappear. I think it's my mind that's playing with me, but part of me hopes its Damian. Just hanging around. Waiting for me. I don't dare tell anyone that. The League already is keeping an eye on me and the boys keep on asking Alfred for updates on me.
I try not to think about that too much, but the manor is just too quiet. Everything echoes. That when I hear them again. Little soft steps coming behind me. I can just imagine him. Standing behind me. About to ask me a question or request that we play with Titus or spar. To do something, anything really. That when the whispers start. I can't understand what is being said, but every once in a while I will hear a word that I can distinguish.
Father
Eat
Sleep
Dick
Dog
Tired
Cold
That's all I can get from it. The whispers die down, but I can still hear the soft voice. I can guess he wants me to sleep and eat, but I just don't have it in me. I keep my head down. Last time I had tried to talk back or look. It all ended. I don't want that. Granted these little noises might just be my mind trying to cope with the loss, but it's all I have. These little noises.
I let out a muffled sob and the noises stopped. Just like I feared they would.
"Please don't stop." I begged to the darkness. The noises didn't start again. The manor was quiet again. Another sob came out again. I sat in the darkness. Trying to be as quiet as I could. Hoping that those soft whispers would start if it was silent again. Instead though, there were no soft whispers. There were no soft footsteps. Instead Titus got up and started barking happily. He was jumping around my feet. His barks ringing trough the manor. I stood up and began to try and shush him. Try to get him to quiet down. Titus wasn't having it. He was excited and his barking was loud.
"Titus. Please!" Titus didn't listen to me. He kept jumping up and barking. His tongue now hanging out and slobber dripping down. From here it looked like he was circling a small circle. It was odd but then a tennis ball came bouncing from a dark corner. Titus lost it. He went crashing around the cave. Knocking over everything in his pursuit. He even managed to get bat cow to moo loudly and kick over her hay wall. When Titus got the ball in his mouth and was happily chewing on it. The cave was in chaos. Chairs and tables were topples over. Bat cow was now walking around, outside her pen. It was a mess that only Damian playing inside the bat cave could cause. I sat back down and chuckled a bit. I couldn't even get angry. I begged him. And he answered. This way was much more filling than those little noises he was making before.