Leila would never forget the chaos of that day.
She followed Alfred down into the Batcave, and just as she stepped off the final stair, he said quietly:
"The Bat-family’s been informed. They’re on their way back."
But there was no comfort in his tone—only deep concern.
Before she could ask anything else, the nightmare unveiled itself before her eyes.
The surgical lights shone down on Nora’s still body. She lay motionless on the table, blonde hair spread out, her face peaceful—eerily so, as if simply asleep.
Leila froze. Her mind went blank.
Just an hour ago, they’d been in the living room eating cookies and making Finn laugh. Nora’s laughter still echoed in her ears, but now there was only the sterile glow of silence.
And in the distance—
Tim.
She had never seen her brother like this.
He was completely unhinged—hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot. One hand still gripped the defibrillator; the other was scrambling with the controls, his voice repeating over and over:
"Nora, wake up... Please... You have to wake up!"
Alfred tried to stop him, even stepped in to pull him back, but Tim was like a wild animal, shoving Alfred away and preparing to deliver a third shock.
Alfred shouted, "Enough! Tim, the screen showed that her heart had stopped beating.!"
But Tim couldn’t hear him. All he saw was her quiet face. All he wanted—needed—was for her to open her eyes.
Leila went cold all over.
Her brother, the one who was always calm and rational, didn’t even recognize the limits of medical intervention anymore. He was on the verge of being consumed by grief and guilt.
She looked at Alfred—a glance that said more than words ever could.
Alfred immediately stepped back, letting her through.
Leila rushed to the equipment cabinet, grabbed a tranquilizer, popped the cap, and without hesitation plunged the needle into the back of Tim’s neck.
The moment the drug hit, his body tensed. The defibrillator slipped from his hand, clattering onto the floor. He turned to look at Leila, trying to speak—but nothing came out.
A second later, he collapsed into Alfred’s arms.
Gently, Alfred lowered him to the ground, as if laying down a soul that had already shattered.
Wiping her tears away, Leila turned and ran to Nora.
She and Alfred stood on either side of the surgical table, checking for every sign of life.
But the verdict drained the color from their faces.
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No heartbeat.
The Batcave fell into a deathly silence.
Only Tim’s desperate murmurs and the echo of Finn’s sobs lingered in their minds.
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The Batcave was silent.
The air itself seemed frozen, the lights casting a dim blue glow over a transparent cryo-chamber, its surface frosted over, silhouettes within barely visible.
It was a device meant for the Talons of the Court of Owls—specially designed to hold near-immortal assassins in stasis: cryogenic, vacuum-sealed, fully monitored.
No one ever imagined it would be Nora inside.
She lay quietly beneath the ice, her face veiled in a thin layer of frost, silver mist clinging to her lashes. She looked like a snow spirit from a fairy tale—calm, serene.
Dick stood not far away, arms crossed, unmoving.
In a low voice, he asked, "How... did it come to this?"
No one answered.
Batman stood beside him. After a long pause, his voice came out like a low rumble:
"Call Zatanna."
The name struck like a tolling bell in the quiet.
Not long after, Zatanna appeared at the entrance. Dressed in black, her boots echoed against the floor, her cloak still dusted with remnants from another crisis.
She didn’t ask questions.
She walked straight to the cryo-chamber, peered in at Nora, then crouched down and pressed her hand to the cold surface. Her brow furrowed.
"This isn’t magic, Bats," she said, her tone firm.
Batman turned to face her.
She raised her other hand, drawing a sigil gently in the air.
After a moment of silence, her voice turned colder.
"Her soul… is gone. It’s been gone for a while."
She stood, her expression grave.
"When the soul is gone, the body naturally follows."
The words hit everyone like a hammer to the chest.
Her voice echoed through the Batcave, and with every reverberation, it seemed to repeat:
"She’s not here anymore."
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