The time has never been when my life has been simple. "Simple", a trivial word for
trivial people. People who go around living their lives like nothing matters, you could
drift around forever in a dazed midnight, wondering where your life went.
Normal people worry about their looks, or their impression on other people. They
worry about their relationships with the friends they collect and keep, like a deck of
cards. I have to work even to keep the few friends I have, and fight from making friends,
or even acquaintances with… certain people. Sometimes I dream about my life, it's
always the same though.
A single light shines dimly in a shaded room, a window, filled with the sprinkled lights of
Gotham, flickering like lightning bugs, and as beautiful as a Manhattan skyline. If you
listened closely, you can hear gunshots in the distance. A single person sits at the table,
smoking a cigarette, occasionally taking a swig of their drink, their face concealed behind
a deck, always the same bright red cards, always.
He throws a card on the table lazily, with a steady precision Batman himself
would admire, his, or her face, still concealed. This is the only part that is ever any
different about my dreams. The cards always have different pictures on them. Tonight, it
is Slade. Figures. Simple.
The outline of the card is blurred and the figure is leaning over something, I
squint my eyes to see and the light goes out. I can hear someone laughing in the
darkness, his, or her voice cracks briefly, and one eye shines black in the
darkness. They laugh harder, and I have the oddest sensation they are… burning.
Simple. I scream and the smoke pours in thicker, filling my mouth with its acrid
stench STOP!
"ROBIN!"
I opened my eyes. Standing over me was a red haired girl, green eyes staring at
me happily as she fiddled with a spoon. "Robin! You must try my pudding of
gurnard!"
"Dude, seriously, she could poison an assassin with that stuff…"
"AACCCHHHHHHHHHHH! NOT the tofu, NO!"
"Would both of you SHUT UP!" My light bulb cracked, turning a strange shade
of obsidian. I shot up.
Standing at the foot of Robin's bed was beast Boy, holding a large crate of tofu,
his arms bulging as he tried to keep it upright, and his eyes bugging out of his
head, still managing to keep the satisfied smirk on his face. Next to Beast Boy, or
floating considerably high above his head was Raven, as always, frowning, and
looked like she was on the brink of exploding with rage if you even tested her. A
mechanical head popped through, grinning. "Dude, we are SO not eating tofu."
"Might this be a good time to ask what all of you guys are doing in my room?"
Robin looked almost as annoyed as Raven always did. "Well, uhh…" Beast Boy
examined the wall, hey COOL!" Hanging on it were a bunch of old things, and
among them was the Slade mask, free from all traces of dust, "COOL DUDE!"
Beast Boy put on the mask, speaking in a low falsetto tone, that sounded
uncannily like Slade. "I am Slade, fear me, I wear this mask because I have weird
hair. FEAR THE WEIRD HAIR!"
Beast Boy ran out of the room (still wearing the mask.) Everyone following shortly
behind him. It was kind of sad, in a twisted way. None of them had any idea what kind of
fate would befall them, all ignorant and bliss. A herd of sheep in the field of life… and
their wolf sat on top of the hill, waiting patiently, after all, wolves prefer the taste of
birds…
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