@quinnharleyx
the man walked up the flight of stairs to his apartment. he had spent all day going to job interviews--thanks to the pulled strings by his therapist. he TRIED to be optimistic, tried to be positive--”think positive, jay, and it’ll all be okay.” but it was TOO HARD so he just felt an indifference. of course, the hallway house could on support him for so long before he’d have to start giving in.
he didn’t like himself. he didn’t like his “new name”--he felt out of place in society, as if he wasn’t meant to be there. and he KNEW this wasn’t his life. this was the life the assholes at arkham FORCED UPON HIM. he flipped his long hair back as he took out his key, unlocking his door. he sighed as he walked in, expecting the usual but instead, there was the smell of perfume in the air. he furrowed his brows, switching on his light. then he saw HER. a brief flashback--a woman with strangely colored hair, bright eyes, her laugh... but then he came back to the NOW and he stared at the woman. then at the window-- broken. “what?...who are you?” he asked. he WOULD ask how if not for spotting the broken window. why do you look so familiar? what is THIS FEELING? he’d ask that, too but he bit his tongue.