“ i cause pain out of necessity. ” , @batmahn.
“ ᴺᴱᶜᴱᔆᔆᴵᵀʸ ! is that what you call it? ” the statement is enough to pull laughter from your chest, stripping from you the crippling anxiety that had your 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗯𝗲𝗱 beneath the looming shadow of the great batman. he is immense, in stature and in presence, and you felt intangible in equivalence. * YOU WERE DELIGHTED to see him, and it infuriated you to no end to find your cheeks hot with delirium in his appearance. perhaps you would always find each other; the first great love affair often did. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, and all his cruel words were lost on you. PATHETIC, PSYCHOPATH. you would swallow them down because you had always heard that love is pain, but at least, it does sweeten the taste.
“ 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸... i don’t really think you ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ . ” voice dips into a gravelly abyss at the soak of his sordid claim, as though your mouth were stunted by a mask that is no longer fixed to your cheeks. * THIS CRUSADER that you once admired no longer bears the same level of acclaim; you loved the emblem of the bat, 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 everything he stood for at the forefront of unmasking 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖’𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 for every corruption that kept your stomach starved and your bed nesting rats. (thought you might see to an end of the rotting of this city together, stilled the rotting of yourself, and would watch in awe side-by-side as gotham succumbed rightfully to it’s 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗵𝘀.)
your disappointment dwells. YOUR EYES WERE STILL RAW FROM TEARS, puffy and obtuse, in your heart an ache lingers still. the city came together in the wake of a disaster, and you were stationed as you always would be; an outsider looking in. 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘯? we were supposed to watch the foundations of the city come apart piece by piece. “ 𝗻𝗼 𝗻𝗼 𝗻𝗼... i think you hurt because you like it. because they deserve it. you want to make them suffer and bleed like the worthless pricks they are. * I KNOW YOU, BATMAN. the mask... 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ”
