Being a hero. It's many people's dreams, to be like us. They put on a face, and smile and laugh and save people, but the cruel reality is it's an act.
They always stat out young and hopeful, then slowly go crazy. History was written by the victors, not by anyone else.
These thoughts plague my mind as I pull my jacket tighter around me in the wind. From this high up on the bridge, I can see the ocean.
Being a hero is joke. It's full of lost hope, and hate. They are always failing to mention those parts. No matter how hard I try to escape the deep abyss I have made, I only fall in deeper.
I don't want to be a hero anymore.
I take a deep breath, and plunge myself into the waters. I can feel the wind around me, but time seems to slow down.
I feel so at peace.
Being a hero is a nightmare.
It feels so calm
I am no longer Robin
It's so quiet
I am no longer Nightwing.
It's nice.
I am no longer Dick Grayson.
No regrets?
None.
The water is close, I can hear it.
I'm finally free.
WHOOSH.
Soooo…. um, Yeah. I was in one of those moods. If you like, maybe I'll go on with it, if not it's going to stay as it is.
Peace and Mist,
Rlb190