No One’s Son
“It’s going to hard to learn a great many things about me,” Jason said. “But I’ll give you one for free-“
Catherine sat down next to her toddler, gently pulling him onto her lap.
“Jay, daddy isn’t going to come home anymore…. It’s just you and me.”
“Mama?” whispered the dark haired boy, shaking her too still shoulder. There were empty syringes on the floor, and a strange empty stare in Catherine’s eyes.
Bruce smiled as he caught his ward’s quiet ‘yes!’ upon seeing his grade.
“Very good, I’m proud of you. Now come on, time to pack. The flight to Sarajevo leaves in two hours.”
“Well, I’m off now, be a good boy, do your homework, don’t stay up too late,” the nightmare smiled as it drew on its gloves. “Oh, and tell the big man I say- hello …”
The blonde haired woman gasped and trembled in his arms, her body bruised and bloody from the explosion.
“He tried… To save me… Such a good boy… must have really… loved his mother…”
Bruce stared in horror at what lay before him, then bent and carefully gathered the broken child into his arms.
Ra’s al Ghul leaned down, to meet the eyes of the shaking teen.
“What have I done? Why, I’ve given you life….”
Jason turned away. “-I’m no one’s son.”