douglas & dahlia
ft. cassandra & wren

- a private scenario between T-TODORONII  & I.

An invitation to the annual Wayne ball was something the Kent household was not expecting, even if Clark and Bruce were on good terms now. Of course, Cassandra and Wren would be going as a couple, they had their shit together. Dahlia was even more surprised when Douglas asked her to be his date to the damn thing.

What she wasn't expecting at the ball, was Douglas never leaving her side. His hand always with her, until his father appeared right in front of them. Douglas' hand left hers and she saw the glare on his father's face. It told her everything before it went to shit.

"Tell me," His dad said with a sinister smile, teeth showing, more like fangs, Dahlia thought, "How does it feel being a daughter of a monster? You will never deserve my son, you piece of trash."

Strike one, Dahlia has been told this her entire life, this was nothing she couldn't handle. Strike two, the male she loved next to her, stood still as a marble statue. Strike three, his father walked away where the crowd zero'ed in on the pair. Douglas didn't say a word. He stood there like a deer in headlights.

So Dahlia did the most logical thing that came to her mind, she ran out of the ballroom and into the garden into the back. She couldn't think straight, not with the tears clouding her vision, and her legs feeling like jelly. She sat on a bench in the garden, silently weeping.

Only love could hurt this bad.

T-TODORONII