Dominia. Or rather, Dominia Wayne, died at the tender age of twelve.
It was an awkward age to die.
She was too old to face something as heavy as death with a child's innocence, but not yet a teenager, old enough to be depressed and think leaving this wretched world was a blessing.
Dominia felt only rage. Looking back, she thought that might have been why she was trapped at Wayne Manor.
As the youngest ghost haunting the manor because she couldn't find peace, Dominia was naturally taken under the wing of all the ancestors who still had unfinished business.
Then they educated her. They were as annoying as a thousand Bruces and a thousand Alfreds combined.
Damn it, if she'd known this would happen, she wouldn't have cursed so much in her head before she died.
To be honest, Dominia thought she'd never be able to move on. Watching her twin brother become more and more himself did her no favors. It only made her angrier and more resentful.
And even if she could move on, she wouldn't dare.
The pain her unfamiliar father revealed in the dead of night made her too embarrassed to reincarnate. She feared his regret and guilt might move the heavens and send her back as his next child.
They hadn't even spent two years together. His feelings were both abundant and invisible.
Fine, Dominia thought helplessly. If she couldn't find peace and couldn't stay comfortably at Wayne Manor, she might as well find a chance to come back to life.
Dominia is a variant of dominate, meaning rule.
This is a story about love, death, and dominion.
Reverse-order AU
Theme: Live toward death.
