and he sighs -- / + boogeymens
halloween. not an everyday, year-round event… unless you’re in gotham city. people here like to pretend this isn’t the case, and sure, christmas is pretty christmas-y, and summer tastes like a nice cold popsicle– fact remains that you can’t throw a stone without hitting something grisly or gruesome. but they all pretend this isn’t the case. pretend they’re not living in the shadow of wayne manor like this is transylvania and it’s dracula’s castle. pretend there aren’t man-eating monsters stalking the streets and the skyline after dark. pretend they can just shut the door and jump under the covers and it’ll all go away. and for the most part, it works.
it’s gearing up to be spring, wet and almost-warm and windy and thoroughly unpleasant for somebody who’s allergic to pollen like becky is. and there’s somebody on the train wearing a creepy white mask. alright. okay. that’s fine. none of her business, she supposes, more for her sanity than for her morality. she gets off at her stop and keeps telling herself he’s nobody, he’s nobody, he’s nobody.
but then she swears she can hear his breath behind her.
was there something on the news today about another arkham breakout? she can’t recall. this is getting into urban legend territory pretty quickly, isn’t it.
why not do a lap around the block, grab some coffee at that starbucks on the corner, just to make sure. why not. there’s nothing paranoid about that. she’s just getting a cup of coffee.
