I couldn’t get enough of those flags #kanavalkanpe

Oliver had spent most of the day sitting on a park bench alone watching people enjoying themselves in the fresh air and sun. Most people who passed by were far to caught up in their busy lives to pay him any attention. Those who did, refused anything to do with him. Oliver missed the days when Jim would sit next to him on a bench and talk with him. However now that Jim was gone his world was surrounded in silence with only his own thoughts to keep him company. Oliver had no real friends. There were acquaintances sure, but no one who would stay around and talk with him for hours or come seeking him out like Jim did. He missed having someone who cared about him and wanted to be around him. After the setting of the sun, Oliver arose from his seat and made his way out of the park and down several winding alley ways. The alleys were narrow poorly lit walkways cluttered with various debris and refuse. Hardly the kind of place you would find inviting for a stroll during the day let alone the night. However they were surprisingly safe in comparison to the deathtraps that were Gotham City’s. Oliver walked forward as the paths twisted and turned forming an almost endless web that laced across Metropolis. His footsteps causing echos to ricochet of the walls from one side to another as the soles of his converse hit the ground with surprising thuds. There was a light fixture giving off a buzzing noise as it flickered. The light cascading the walls with the shifting shadows of the insects that crawled across its fixture as he walked on. The sounds of the city also began to decrease as time edged further into the twilight, until only the light hum of traffic remained. Oliver continued walking until the alley he was on abruptly ended against the flowing waters of Hob’s River. The end of the alley was wider than the rest of the walkway leading up to it and had a set of cleats for mooring a small boat along with an old stool that sat alone in the dark. The area was well masked and not easily spotted from the river, and quite undisturbed. There were also no doors on the walls and no light other than what shone across from Park Ridge making the place feel hollow and empty. The spot was quiet all except for the sound of Oliver’s own breath and the waves hitting the bulkhead. Oliver took a seat and leaned against the wall staring out across the water. He watched as reflections of light cast by the city on the other side danced and shimmered across the river’s surface. Oliver sat thinking to himself for some time with a look of sadness wrapped across his face. “Why must people shun me?” He spoke in a quiet tone. “I know that I look like a thug, but that’s only the outside that they see. There is more to me than that, I’m a human just like the rest of them dammit so why must I be shunned and ignored.” Oliver pounded his fist against the ground cursing those who would advert their eyes from his as tears began to form on his face. Oliver waited alone in dark silence wishing that someone would just speak to him before finally curling up in a corner and falling asleep.

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