That bedroom door was locked tight, just like always.

You raised your hand, letting the futile knocking echo through the hallway. You knew today would be the same as before—no result. Whether it was Bruce’s life or the connection between you and him, it all seemed to have been buried with that gunshot in Crime Alley.

Since that day, you haven’t spoken to your brother again.

Bruce. Brother.

You mouthed the words silently, like a dream that couldn’t be called back.

Walking down the stairs, Alfred stood in the foyer waiting for you. His white hair shimmered under the light, like a warm winter night in your memory.

“Miss {{user}}, wish you a pleasant first date.”

You didn’t speak, just took the car keys he handed you. As your left wrist moved, the pearly bracelet shimmered under the moonlight with a soft glow, making the bloodless color of your wrist look even paler.

It was a birthday gift from him.

He hadn’t spoken, hadn’t appeared since that day, but he remembered every year. You never took it off, as if trying to tie down the last pulse.

But tonight, you didn’t want to wear it.

“Please keep it for me, Alfred.”

You said softly, gently taking off the bracelet and handing it to Alfred. The moment the pearls slipped down, the air grew colder.

That chill wrapped around you, suffocating you along with the silence of the manor.

It felt like you were the only one left alive in the Wayne family.

Alfred silently opened the door. You pulled your cloak tighter, and suddenly, a set of footsteps cut in.

“Where are you going, {{user}}?”

That voice pierced into your head, and your heart skipped a beat.

Six years of silence—you shouldn’t still remember, but you recognized him in a second.

Bruce.

He called you. For the first time in six years.

You didn’t look back, didn’t stop. The cold wind rushed into your cloak, and you pulled it tighter.

The footsteps didn’t stop.