𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 » 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤
gotham's restless tonight . if you know what you’re looking for , at least ; in cacophonies of footsteps polishing asphalt outside neon bar puddles , in back allies where blood spatters blend with the dark and bodies do too , twisted into shapes and left to themselves , in the very air itself bristled static electricity under billowing clouds reaching out for the highest roofs . it’s a night made for the sewer dwellers , the rats and the poisonous left in the gutter , the kind of darkness meant for looking the other way , refusing the other cheek . there’s nothing but a buzzing in the streets and dead silence tucked behind them , sounds of the better left alone muffled in contrast , skipped over record , and the sound of a gunshot will sound just a little bit more like a car backfiring .
he leaves the body for someone else to find , pretends he doesn’t want to lose the lunch he didn’t have at the sight of him —— not the body but the man . now a pile of meat and bone already going stiff , no doubt , and the thought brings jason some semblance of comfort . as much as one can over a corpse , anyway . the rooftops bode better , the taste of tomorrow’s rain on his tongue and the wind past his ears , his next inhale that of someone breaking through the surface of an ocean . or maybe just smelling the roses .
it doesn’t last long , though , because when does it ever . gotham’s sooner the smell of its sewers themselves , wet and acrid , closer to roadkill , if you ask jason . a heaping pile of dog shit on burnt toast . yeah . what else could this smell of other than complete bullshit shoveled straight in his lap : the image of black and blue laid at his feet . no , literally —— boots faced out towards the next roof over , gaze turned down past the floors to the alleyway below , there lays a form far too easy to recognize . ❝ . . . you have got to be shitting me . ❞ and yet , grappling hooks propel him down , landing purposefully loud as if he can shatter the illusion , but smooth , one easy step placed after the other , easy —— it’d be so 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚈 to stomp on the motherfucker’s head . goddammit —— ❝ hey . dickhead . you still alive ? ❞ instead , he merely nudges the body of his predecessor with his foot , and tries to ignore any shades of red mixed with the blue .
plotted starter / @formerlyrobin
