AN: This is the first thing I've written in a while, and if anyone's been wondering about my absence, I'm sorry. I've been really busy lately, and I'm probably going to continue to be busy for a while, but I do want to try to keep writing. I don't really have anything planned at the moment, but I do want to post stuff more often.
I'd also like to thank the wonderful HoistTheColours, for not letting me fall out of the loop entirely. :)
It's 4:30AM and, for some inexplicable reason, you're awake. Luckily, you and Mr J are staying in one of the comfier hideouts - a penthouse 'borrowed' from a top city executive. There's a TV and a fancy bathroom with a Jacuzzi and all other kind of luxuries you're not used to
Mr J lies on the king-sized bed, his tall, lean frame sprawled half in, half out of the sheets. The rise and fall of his chest is slow and steady. You know better than to wake him and, besides, he's cute when he's sleeping. He sometimes reminds you of a feral kitten - wild and vicious, but at the same time, playful and curiously adorable. You smile at him before slipping out of the bed in search of a drink. You pad over to the fancy kitchen and smile once more before pouring yourself a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. You could get used to this lifestyle - it sure beats all the dank, disused warehouses you're used to staying in.
Glass in hand, you wander over to the balcony. It's now 4:45AM and the sun is beginning to rise over Gotham City; the pink and red tinged sky looks spectacular with the tall sky scrapers still in silhouette, like a piece of art. You sit and admire the view as the sun gently creeps up, chasing the remaining patches of inky-blue night sky away, illuminating the city and signaling another brand new day.
You check the time again. It's now 5AM exactly. In your old life, you'd wake up about this time, full of stress and anxiety, already dreading the day ahead. And look at you now - sitting, and smiling and watching the sun rise from the balcony of some fancy apartment. People say you're crazy for choosing this life, but they're so wrong. What they all fail to understand is that you're happy now. And, sure, maybe true happiness requires some scarifies and if those sacrifices involve being a fugitive and spending half of your time in the loony bin, then so be it. It's worth it. As the new day starts in Gotham, you're probably one of the only people to wake up feeling good and looking forward to the day ahead. And that makes you smile more than ever.