[ 4AM ] an empty, rusty gas station nearly flooding with rainwater. ❝ this is so embarrassing. ❞ / ❝ i don't think less of you. ❞ ☣ — @arkhamdecay ✥ JASON T.
THE OUTSKIRTS OF GOTHAM CITY THRIVED IN THE DARK SHADOWS OF THE EARLY MORNING. cold air bit at leon's skin as he held the gauze to the wound on his stomach, just somehow wrapping the remaining dressing around his torso. he pretended not to notice how his knees knocked against jason's. why they'd chosen to sit in the back of his rickety 1966 camaro, was beyond him.
the operation was another job well done on his record. his exit....not so much, but he'd remained relatively undetected save for the automatic turret detecting him on his way out. tedious as the aftermath was, part of him welcomed the pain and injury — a reminder that his heart was still pumping blood through his veins. that he too was capable of feeling. that he was still alive, that all of this was real. his knee against jason's proved he was real too. he wondered about that sometimes.
❝ this is so embarrassing. ❞ he shook his head, the lopsided smile he wore straining on his face. his mouth ran on as he moved onto to clean the gash on his forearm. ❝ normally, i'm a little cooler than this. usually ends in an explosion and a cool getaway in the dead of night. that kind of thing. ❞ it reminds him of all those years ago, shortly after racoon city. scared for his life, for sherry's — but at the very least hopeful, that he'd be fighting for something right and just. how naive he'd been. the thought bogs his mind so long he forgot to laugh at his own joke, throat suddenly dry.
❝ …thanks, though. for coming. it's usually just me out there. ❞
