This is based on a tumblr post describing a world where characters only see colours after they have met their soul mates. I'd be grateful for constructive criticism and i plan on updating regularly. I don't own any characters.

It's at the funeral, of all places, when he sees it. A single spot, amongst the black and grey mourners is all that changes but it's enough to make Bruce cringe. The colour, which he would later identify as Red, is ugly and harsh against the sombre setting and the rose it covers lays like an intruder on the coffin.

Rage begins to replace the numbness that's overshadowed him for weeks. Hate for the man that took everything, at himself, at the people that stand around with blank faces and eager hands waiting for the will to be read. Bruce can't stop the small irrational anger that comes from knowing that the moment most people dream of since childhood has been poisoned.

A small gasp behind him is the only noise he hears, the only outward sign that anything uncommon has occurred and the last Wayne heir knows he needs to turn around.

Knows he should look back.

Bruce Wayne is certain that this is the start of a new life but he's tired of should and of being told how a Wayne has to behave. He doesn't turn.

Red is the first colour. It's rare at first, spaced out and sporadic but soon Reds invade his life. Flowers and insects become bright and vibrant, buildings and vehicles are decorated with rust and most of all grazed knuckles and bloody noses are soon impossible to ignore. Ruby streets haunt his dreams and fill his days.