Even now the sound of the traffic is a lullaby rather than a nightclub, the way he's always known it. Few planes overhead, few distant voices. His city like a ghost town. "How's your night been?"
" . . . not quiet. Oh - damn. Keep - I just remembered not to rub my eye then."
from Rainjoy’s amazing new instalment to the ATOG universe Masks and Gloves because I hold this fic so close to my heart even after all this time. #superboyfriendsaresuper. (click for full quality)
















