Bruce was called into Justice League Headquarters early one mid-March morning while the rest of the family was asleep. He drank an extra-large black coffee from the 24 hour cafe in less than twenty minutes and was reaching for another extra-large coffee when Diana whacked his hand away.

"That much caffeine will give you a stroke, Bruce." she snatched it away from him, placing it just out of his reach. "Not to mention, that's Arthur's coffee. If you did drink it, he'd go all rage-of -the -sea on you."

"I only said that like once!" Arthur walked into the room. "And I was drunk!"

Cyborg just muttered something under his breath about stupid colleagues as he typed away at his computer.

Clark zipped over to where Bruce was. "Doing okay there?" Clark noted Bruce's strange lagginess, and his extremely tired face. He looked like a corpse. 

"What's wrong, Bruce?" Diana plopped down beside him. Bruce just turned away, not willing to look at any of them and instead finding great fascination in the marble floor.

" Nothing. Leave me alone."

Diana looked at Clark and signaled for him to leave. He left, letting her converse with Bruce somewhat privately.

"You're thinking of her again, aren't you?" Diana whisper-said.

Bruce continued staring blankly at the floor. 

"I know it still hurts-"

"Just, stop. I told you to leave me alone, so would you please stop invading my personal space and let me be, or are you too high and mighty to not get your nose stuck in my business?" Bruce interrupted, eyes flashing.  

Diana just gave him a look that said don't-get-all-asshole-on-me, and Bruce swiftly apologized before she could whip out her golden lasso and force him to tell the truth.

"Now, would you please be as so kind to tell me what's wrong Bruce? You know I care." 

"I-I think I'm going insane." he muttered.

"How so?"

"I keep hearing... things. Voices. A heartbeat, beeping."

"It's normal for people to hear their heartbeats, Bruce. You're not insane."

"No, it's not my heartbeat. It's the beeping of a heart monitor. I don't know what to call that sound."

"Oh. Continue."

"And I keep hearing hushed voices, quiet, quiet noises. And then a scream.  Over and over. The voices get quieter and quieter and then they scream. The type of scream that rattles your bones and makes you want to scream along with it." Bruce muttered, deducing he was going insane. Would he end up like his worst enemy? Would he end up racing through the streets with clown makeup on and a bleeding smile, shooting people just for the fun of seeing blood gush out of them like water from a fountain?

Whoa, you're getting too graphic, Bruce told himself. Diana stood up abruptly. "What are the voices trying to tell you?"

"It's undecipherable."

"They're obviously there to tell you something. Since how long did you have these voices?"

"Since two weeks ago."

"Okay, then we're definitely going." She got up, and signaled to Clark to round up the entire team and get them on a jet.

"Going? Going where?" Bruce stood up, tossing his coffee cup in the garbage. 

"Greece." Diana smiled as she started walking, Bruce slightly behind her. 

"Why? Forgot your toga?"

"That's Roman."

"Oh. Okay then, why are  we going?"

"We're going to meet a very special person." Diana hopped onto the jet, Bruce following, a look of confusion all over his face. 

"Okay, who? Your long-lost lover? Ancient uncle?"

"Nope." Diana popped the 'p'. "We're going to meet a corpse."

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Timothy watched silently as Dick taught Jason the ropes of rope acrobatics. He chuckled slightly at Jason's red face as he slipped and spluttered, and suddenly picked up the sound of approaching footsteps.

Damian came in, holding a pie on a tray with utensils and plates.

"Whoa, Dami, you actually baked that?!" Dick called out. Jason , who had finally managed to keep himself in the air for more than three seconds, immediately lost his concentration and thwacked painfully against the mat. "Ow."

"Yes. I followed 'Umi's recipe for lemon meringue pie. But I switched out the meringue for whipped cream because that was too complicated." He set the pie on a nearby table and placed four plates next to it.  "Would you guys like some?"

Tim's jaw nearly dropped at Damian's strange behaviour. He was about to question him but decided it'd be best to get some pie when it wasn't digested  by the other three. 

As they all grabbed a slice of pie, Damian proudly puffed up his chest as he watched the expressions on his brothers changed from suspicion to contentedness, and he spoke. "This is to celebrate Drake's findings. We're now one step closer to finding 'Umi."

"Tim's findings?" Dick and Jason said in unison through mouths full of lemon pie.

"What findings?" Tim looked around confusedly. "I barely did any digging."

"Then what was that file on your desk all about? The one with the poetry and the other information  in it?"

"Why the hell would I write poetry? Let alone leave it in the open for everyone to see?" Tim countered, thoroughly confused.

Dick shot up from his seat, eyes flashing. "Where. Is. That. File?"

"It's yours? Really? I didn't think such magnificent ecriture came from a rotted brain like yours." Damian snorted.

"No, it's not mine. That's beside the point, but where is it?"

"On Drake's desk, why?" Damian asked but before he could get an answer, Dick swept out of the room in a frantic hurry.  Jason and Tim stared after him, while Damian simply shrugged and grabbed another slice of pie. 

They ate in a thoughtful silence until Dick came barreling back into the room again, a strange bronze-colored file in his hand.

"This file?" Dick breathed heavily, slapping it down in front of them. Jason immediately snatched it away and opened it, reading the gold-inked, ethereal cursive writing out loud.

Weeping, the one that did no wrong

Still  paying the price of time

Silently singing the Erinyes song

Delayed is the villain's demise

Circlet of gems and wings of black

Shadows that rip the torn

Catch the sly, the killer, and the jack

A new era may just be born

The Fates may cheat but only to save

The people that should be home

To avoid a true, a forever grave

The answer lies set in stone."

"What the- Timmy, this is some real creepy shit you came up with." Jason muttered. 

"It's a prophecy." Dick said. "I-I started hearing it three days ago, every time I went to sleep. Someone ethereal is trying to tell us something." The brothers all looked at Dick's shaken expression, and knew he wasn't lying. 

"So, let's try to decipher it." Tim said, glancing over the paper, before resting a hand on Dick's shoulder.

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Bruce stared at the faint green mist that seemed to surround the fissure, and then at the rotted woman in worn-out hippie clothes. "I am not getting an inch closer to that thing." 

Diana had told the rest of the team to linger back, and they willingly were, after they saw the green mist and corpse that sat on a stool. 

"Don't call it a thing- it's the Oracle of Delphi. It speaks of the events of the future. Moreover it's probably a she." she shoved Bruce a little bit closer.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak crazy." Bruce muttered. Diana caught his words and wisely decided to ignore them. She stepped forward, and immediately, the corpse seemed to snap to attention. Bruce bit back an urge to shriek, but he stepped back warily.

"Daughter of Hippolyta, warrior of the Amazons." her raspy voice scratched the air, and Bruce just wanted it to all stop. The corpse starting absorbing the green mist, until it's empty eye sockets were filled with a glowing substance. Ew.

"Son of Wayne, valiant protector of your mundane city." The corpse seemed to nod at Bruce.

"Um, hi?" Bruce said. "Pleasure to meet you?"

"It seems you have received my message." she hissed , and suddenly a tendril of green mist snaked around Bruce's foot. 

"Agh, get this off of me-"

"Bruce, just shut up and listen." Diana muttered.

"Have you, my boy, come to get your ethereal prophecy?"

"Sure?"

Immediately, the corpse snapped forward and grabbed his wrist with an iron grip. The smell of rotten flesh seeming invaded Bruce's nose, and he tried his hardest to stay calm.

"Find her-" she rasped, her smell seemingly fading away before Bruce felt himself falling into an illuminated abyss. All of a sudden, he felt himself reliving his memories.

He heard familiar melodious laughter ring through his ears, and his eyes slid shut under the beautiful lull.

He opened them again and saw a blurry image of Isla, thrusting her arms out to catch the four boys that had launched themselves at her. He saw her with Jason, using a spatula as a microphone while Jason used a frying pan as an electric guitar as they sang along to KISS.

 Bruce saw her with Timothy on the day he won his very first science fair, jumping up and down with glee and attacking her baby boy with kisses as he laughed and hugged her back. 

He saw her lulling Damian to sleep, arms around her youngest boy as she softly sang to him.He saw her witty banters and lively talks with him, the way she dried his tears ever so gently as she drew him closer.

I never saw my Damian cry, Bruce thought.

 He saw her with Dick on the day he first called her Mom, the day when she was wearing an eyepatch over her eye and had a foam cutlass in her hand and was playing pirate with an eight-year-old Dick when he nearly fell off their makeshift pirate ship and she'd caught him. 'You'll always catch me Mom, I know you will."

Then he saw himself, the first day he'd ever met Isla, when she was at the Golden Film Awards with her animations class, talking on that polished podium with that lively spark in her eyes as she joked about her class' award winning film. The way her eyes caught his in the midst of the sea of people, the way her lips perked up ever so slightly. 

And then he saw his Isla, his loving, bubbly Isla, curled up in a corner of a grey room, wearing a white gown splattered with red, and suddenly, he heard the screams. Louder and louder, he heard her screams, piercing his soul until he felt something stab at his heart.

"Agh!" Bruce gasped as he pulled away from the corpse, grabbing his hands to stop them from shaking. 

Diana caught Bruce as he nearly fell over as the corpse stood up to give one last message to Bruce. Her rotted jaws opened and her raspy voice seemed to grate against the air as she whispered the words into the wind.

Weeping, the one that did no wrong

Still paying the price of time

Silently singing the Erinyes song

Delayed is the villain's demise

Circlet of gems and wings of black

Shadows that rip the torn

Catch the sly, the killer, and the jack

A new era may just be born

The Fates may cheat but only to save

The people that should be home

To avoid a true, a forever grave

The answer lies set in stone.

The corpse collapsed, shuddering as the green mist left its body, and Bruce scrambled further away from it.

Diana stared at the Oracle of Delphi. "You just got a prophecy."

Bruce tried to forget the words. He tried to forget the last ten minutes of his life. Because they were absolutely bone-chilling.

But the whispers of the corpse seemed to be amplified in Bruce's mind. Because he heard the prophecy loud and clear in the back of his skull, and he felt the words be etched into his brain.

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A/N:

Ooh, a prophecy! What shall happen next????

Sorry for the irregular updates!

Also, freaking 84 reads already on my fifth day of publishing?!?! YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING!

Hope yall like the story lol.

-Jumpy Box 13