milliways_bar | (no subject)

Still raining in Gotham. Maybe Jason can only find this place in the rain. Or when the need for a home he can never have again cuts into him like a switchblade. When it ceases to matter who he hurts as long as someone else hurts. When he wishes he was still dead as much as everyone else does.

Then he's here. Where time stops. He wouldn't mind being trapped here, but that's probably why he never will be.

Jay --although he would never admit to wanting to be called that after everything that's happened-- keeps his helmet on for a few minutes before removing it. It hisses loudly, drowning out the one sigh he allows himself. He still has the smaller mask on underneath. Safer that way.