@hquinade : “ don’t go. please. ” / misc sentence starters!
his mind still contorting from the shock , eddie wills himself to look at her . in one grotesque moment , the whole of arkham had trembled , the blast outside sending linoleum spindling toward them in some balletic display . this was no doubt the work of the clown prince’s loyal subjects - hired thugs in theatrical makeup , coming to their leaders rescue .
escape unspools in his head --- how easy it would be to slip out amongst the condrum , & re - unite with that city he finds so captivating ! but there’s harley , trapped still , pleading with him . he smooths back his ginger locks - fiery & altogether untamed - & sighs .
‘ riddle me this , oh gotham’s treasured cupid . what is always in front of you , yet cannot be seen ? ‘ he asks , faintly aware of blood trickling down his forehead . ‘ answer : the future . ‘
he pauses , managing a toothy smile . ‘ for all of my intellect & charm , i find myself not quite ready to face it . i’ll stay . ‘