Freezing. Pins and needles, cold seeping into every part of my body, fucking freezing. I can't move, can't breathe; it's so cold I forget how to do both. My dress gets tangled up in my limbs and makes it harder to swim, harder to stay alive. Awesome. I finally break through the surface of the water, gasping for breath, and open my eyes to try and register my surroundings. I blink rapidly, trying to clear the mascara and water from my eyes and look around for J. He pops up, green hair making him easy to spot, and turns around to float on his back. What the hell? We just jumped off of a fucking party-yacht, courtesy of Bruce Wayne, so people are probably looking for us. J is one of the most wanted criminals…ever? So why the hell is he just floating there? Not that we really have anywhere to go, seeing as we are in the middle of the freezing ocean, but we could be very easily spotted if we stay here like sitting ducks.
Not to be completely cliché, but how the hell did I get here? I'm not supposed to be fighting Bat-
vigilantes and helping out Gotham's most wanted in the dead of night. Out of the corner of my
eye, I see J start to swim towards me, a look of glee on his face. Jesus Christ I'm not cut out for
this shit. I'm just good at hot wiring cars and hacking things and staying calm in asylums. Not
this, I'm not good at this. I can't do this. What the fuck even is this? I'm not sure what my life is
anymore. I feel like I'm living someone else's life, not my own. I can only think about the way
things used to be. Before him. Before us. Before this.