Tuesday. 18th of June 2019.

I woke up, not too early, not too late. I looked down. My abs were tight, my necklace of healing loose, the narrow stone shaped like an arrowhead, pointing towards my groin. I grinned, rememebering my most recent conquests.

Breakfast was short, eggs and toast with a healthy dose of water and medication. My shower was as cold as ice, it pleased my to feel the almost frozen droplets cascade down my scarred back.

The necklace remained around my neck.

I dressed, jeans; red trainers and a shirt depicting a band heavily Influenced by psychedelia. It's ironic mainstream success acted almost as invisibility to the watchful eyes of college authorities.

I boarded the number one bus not half an hour later, gleefully sitting at the top floor, leaning on the handrail; watching as suburban scenery passed me by through the wide curved window. I got a digital notification telling me I had been granted an interview for a part-time job. The grin returned.

I caught sight of my reflection in the glass; my tinted sunglasses leaning an air of half-cheesy coolness. My acne was less noticeable, at one point in time it had been absolutely horrendous; crippling to any remanants of confidence.

I swaggered into my college block, grinning like a rockstar. The corpulent frame of James, my classmate I begrudgingly refer to as a "friend"; not so subtly shot over to me. He always did this, acting as if he didn't hang into my every word and movement. He wanted to be totally and utterly fucked by me, that was clear from day one. I shook off the unsettling thoughts.

He talked from his shallow pool of topics, college life, memes I had no care for, and the revelation he has experienced on the internet.

Scat.

I moved my astral mind galalxies away, and started to remember the odd vision I had received the night before, when the ameythest had been places right over my heart.

When he stared at me for a response, I muttered something to make him go away.

Moments of self-relaxation often occur to me, even as I write this. I can be a real dick.

Don't worry. This will hook your interest.

I looked to my left, and the ghost of my past life flashed before me...

He stood six feet tall, a dark blue cape and cowl adding to the visage. The bat emblem on his chest as clear as night.

"Hello Robin."

See you soon readers; feedback always appreciated. Most of these chapters are/will be true to life, with minor embellishments. Hey, it all goes towards the hypersigil in the end. Feedback appreciated.*

-Baron Von Horus