It was a long way down. Jonathan Crane shuddered as a cold wind whipped around his thin form and took a drink from the bottle before throwing it off the cliff, watching as it shattered on the rocks below.
The waves washed away the traces of glass and alcohol. Jonathan hugged himself and fell to his knees. Why was he even here? Did he really want to do this? Was he brave enough to?
Yes. And yes. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to do it. What did that mean? He really didn't have many friends. No one to mourn him once he was gone. So what was keeping him rooted to the cliff top?
A downpour of rain dropped down from the sky, almost drenching the rogue. As the rain rolled down his face, it mixed with his tears.
Jonathan stared hypnotically at the water below him. The way the waves splashed against the rocks almost gave him a sense of peace and understanding. He lifted his head and his blue eyes stared out at the horizon of the sea.
The wind began to pick up and he shivered from the cold of the rain. Tears began to roll down his face and he let out a loud sob, burying his face in his hands, dropping to his knees and letting the sobs shake his shoulders.
Jonathan didn't know how long he's been crying when a gloved hand descended gently on his shoulder. He glanced up, rubbing his eyes to stop the tears.
"It's okay, Crane." Joker's voice was slightly hoarse. Had the Clown Prince of Crime been crying too? He gave Jonathan's shoulder a firm squeeze.
"We're here for you," Harley finally spoke. Her blue eyes surrounded by black eyeshadow and eyeliner were soft as she laid a hand on Jonathan's other shoulder.
Jervis and Edward inched foward with watery eyes to each wrap their arms around Jonathan. "Just let it all out," Jervis said. He could tell his friend needed a hug.
The pain hurt. Jonathan cried that night, but his friends were there; people to hug and cry on. His friends were there for him, and he knew that.
