Okay, this is it.
Jupiter knew he'd go out one way or another. He was a vigilante, it was par for the course. But, really? Drowning? He knew he should have signed up for the swimming elective, but, well, hindsight is 20/20 and all that jazz.
He knew he couldn't panic, electricity and water don't mix and he'd end up frying himself and everything else around him. So. Thinking calm thoughts, yeah.
With an exhale, Jupiter let himself sink into the darkness. He was going to die, and that was okay. He only wished to have been able to say goodbye to his foster family.
A crash caught his attention, and he wondered, vaguely, if someone else fell in like he did. Well, now he really couldn't panic, now could he?


















