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Night time in Gotham is objectively the worse time of the day. Your breath fogs up the tear-stained window, your hand subconsciously rising to wipe it away with your sleeve. Before you can even register your own actions the bus belches forward over a pothole in the road.
Causal Gotham problems only worsening by the day. You take a deep breath in, controlling the irritation already building up inside of you from being in this situation already. As you breathe out, the sour taste of sweat assaults your throat and the bitter feeling of cheep perfume stabs into your eyes. You squeeze them shut, hoping to block out the world until you have to act like you care about your new family but the scratchy, ear-piercing pop music makes it extremely hard and only makes your migraine worse.
Of course it had to get worse, it’s Gotham.
Pressing your forehead against the damp window, looking past your tired reflection, a fight (a petty fight at that) echos through the streets. Teenage boys throwing punches and beating each other into the ground paint the side walk, their grins wide and malicious. A beer bottle is smashed over one of their heads and you flinch, looking away from the window to block out the image of glass shattering its self into someone’s face from scarring your mind anymore than it already has.
The bus halts and you stand up, stretching and letting out a low sigh. You grab your bag, holding hardly anything from your past in its broken straps, and pull your feet reluctantly to step out into your new life.
“why Now?”
you’ve been asking yourself that question from the start of this whole facade.
“why me?”
You squint under the harsh lights of the central Gotham billboards and rub them, looking down at your phone for who over it was who was supposed to be picking you up and taking you to whatever rich mansion you now appear to have to live in.
you let out an annoyed breath and put your phone in your pockets, as a slick black car with tinted windows pulls up, the window rolling down slowly revealing a man with a grin on his face facing towards you.
”Parker, right?” He asks before nodding to the back door.
”I’m Dick, yes I know my name no need to point it out, but I’m here to take you to your dream life..”
he tries to joke but pauses awkwardly as you narrow your eyes at him.
“Sorry. You know what, just hop in” he fixes the awkwardness with a grin and rolls up the window again, waiting until you finally decide to accept your fate and slide into the back seat with a small, reluctant smile.