The Long Goodbye || Solo
The sounds of panicked screams, of sounds that would’ve normally deafened Jin, suffocating him until he could no long breathe were lost on him today. The docks were destroyed, meager remains of a battle between Bane’s men and some masked vigilantes; death lingered in the water as his fingers grazed the surface. His face felt damp, prickling the cuts on his face, prompting him to silently raise the collar of his jacket; he could feel tears forming at the back of his eyes the moment he locked eyes with Gotham, with the city that had taken everything away from him… And yet, it had given him more than he’d deserved.
Then again, he’d taken all that and had meagerly tossed it away. His thumb ran over his bare finger, once housing the ring that he’d given her, to protect her; Cassandra would understand his reasons for leaving, so would Charlie and Sarah and yet, it didn’t make what he was doing any easier.
The Sai that had once fit so comfortably in his hands were now back with their original owner; another promise he couldn’t keep, not after what he’d done, what he still wanted to do. Gotham had poisoned him, churned him and spat him out.
“Having second thoughts kid?” The oarsman’s voice cut through the cold night, drawing his gaze away from the place that had condemned him the moment he had arrived. Kai’s contact, a man who was used to smuggling things in and out of Gotham, and a man who prided himself on getting the job done; Kai’s parting gift to his friend.
Within the confines and chaos of Gotham, the Warlock had lost himself; had become a twisted version of himself and as he felt the comforting hum of his magic, the now subtle blue hue encasing the pure red he smiled. His hands tightly gripped the fishbowl in his lap as Artemis swam about, completely oblivious to what was happening around her, he shifted between his packed luggage as the sounds of gunfire overwhelmed his surroundings, “Not enough to make you turn this boat around.”
It was time to accept the blood on his hands and start living with it, start repenting for the life he'd taken. He was going to move on, he was going to heal; become the person his parents wanted him to be.
It was time to move on.
It was time to leave this city behind.
