sanctuary || d. wayne

TEN

"Beau, stop!"

Fifteen-year-old Noelle was running down the empty streets, bloodied knife in one hand. Her other hand was keeping pressure on the wound on her upper arm.

She turns around, taking quick steps backward as she keeps her eyes on the tall man slowly making his way toward her. Tears fall down her cheeks as she attempts to hold the knife defensively.

Where is everyone? Can no one hear my screams?

Her biological brother chuckles darkly, facial features barely illuminated by the street lamps.

"I told you, Noelle," that manipulative voice of his booms, "we're family. And family sticks together no matter what."

"Screw you!" Noelle screams back, trying to keep herself from sobbing completely. "We're not family, we never have been!"

"The hell we aren't!" His voice echoes. "You're all I got left, Noelle!"

"No, I'm not," Noelle retorts, "you're ass is going to jail and you'll be left with no one!"

"It was wrong of me to try and keep you from Gotham like that," he admits with a sigh, "but we're family. I just wanted to be with my baby sis."

"I am not your sister," Noelle seethes. She squeezes her wound tightly, allowing blood to slip through her fingertips. "And you are not my brother. I'm done with you."

"Maybe," he says before giving that grin that would haunt her nightmares, "but I'm not done with you."

Without any warning, he charges.

Noelle opens her eyes with a gasp. She clutches her chest, heart beating fast from the sudden awakening. It was just a dream, she thinks. She repeats the comforting thought. It was just a dream.

But to think that was a possible ending to how that night actually went scared the shit out of Noelle.

Until the fear toxin, Noelle managed to lock memories of Beau away. She was living just fine without those thoughts constantly plaguing her mind.

But the fear toxin had to ruin it, and now her biological brother haunted her nightmares every chance he could. It doesn't help that he's now in Gotham after being MIA for the past year and a half.

Noelle grabs her phone to check the time.

3:27 A.M.
November 11th

Damnit it. It's only three? That would mean Damian would still be up. And if he wasn't, he would answer later in the morning. She opens her messages and sends him a quick text.

king👑🥰
hey
so remember when you offered to track
that weird number that kept texting me?
imma need ya to do that

homewrecker😻✨
of course 
send me the number

king👑🥰
(xxx) xxx—xxxx
thank you

homewrecker😻✨
do you need location, profile or
both?

king👑🥰
just location
I already know hwo it is