This chapter is a short prologue.
This story is a part of a series I'm writing on Ao3. It takes place in the same universe as my other story "The Haunting Of Dick Grayson".
It was an average day for the Wayne family, civilian by day and vigilante by night. All four sons returned to the manor after patrol, dead tired and set on going to bed, unlike their father who was most likely hunched over a keyboard researching a crime. They were walking through the hallway, each headed for their own room. Dick paused, staring at an odd empty space along the wall. It took the other three boys a moment to notice their older brother was no long walking with them. And was staring at absolutely nothing.
"What's up Dick?" Tim questioned, wondering if the lack of sleep was finally catching up with his brother.
"Oh, I was just thinking. Didn't there used to be a door here?" Dick asked, gesturing to the empty space. An eyebrow raised as he inspected the wall.
"A door?" Jason said, confused since he had never once seen a door there.
"Yeah! I remember now. The day I moved into the manor there was a door right here, but the next day it was gone." Dick suddenly shouted.
Jason leaned over to Tim. "I think Goldie has finally lost his marbles." He whispered. "I guess that means I'm not the crazy one anymore." Which earned him a light punch on arm from Tim.
"Are you sure you weren't hallucinating?" Damian asked, looking like he was about to fall asleep standing.
"Yes, I am sure. I thought it was just my imagination at first. Later that day I asked Alfred about it and he said something like 'Some things are best left unknown'." Dick replied.
"So he essentially told you to fuck off and not look into it." Jason grumbled.
"I mean… Yeah, I guess." Dick said, uncertainly.
"Grayson, the tales of your past are riveting, but this is a topic that would be best to discuss when we are not suffering from sleep deprivation." Damian stated as he slipped into his room but not before adding 'goodnight'.
"The Demon's right. It's too late for your conspiracy bullshit." Jason said, stomping over to his door. " 'night." With that said, he disappeared into his room.
"Goodnight, Dick." Tim said, vanishing into his room with a cup of coffee. When did Tim get that?
A sneak peak of the next chapter.
Jason was the first to break the silence. "Think Bruce secretly murdered someone in that room?" He questioned, seriously. Legs crossed, leaning back on an old dusty box. Dick's face contorted in horror at the question, while Tim seemed to be too distracted by his research to notice. The overly affectionate man was about to say something but Damian cut him off. "Don't be absurd, Todd. Father has a strict no killing rule." Damian snapped with a hint of distaste, his usual scowl present on his face. The young assassin still held some hatred toward the rule.