Title: Out of Lighter Fluid
Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue
Warning: Character Death
Note: Not in any kind of order, just picked five words and then went off.
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Twenty
It's the number of the people who surround you now. You smile and wave, wincing when a reporter gets to close and causes your bruised ribs to rub against each other. None of the cameras catch the brief flash of pain.
Issue
Clark's eyes are dancing over the rim of his champagne glass and you know that the thing isn't going to be a big deal. In response to this realization, you bow your head and scrub your hand over your face, even chuckle a little hysterically.
Disappear
The little girl had just been by your side and you hate it when she does this. You shake your head in anger and stand on your tip-toes, looking over the heads of your fellow Gothamites. You finally spot pale blonde hair and grin mischievously.
Attribute
After all the speeches and all the fake laughter and all the fake smiles, he just wanted to lie down. Lie down and go to sleep and never again wake up to be Bruce Wayne again.
Ecstasy
It was an odd feeling. His bones that had seemed so heavy before were now light, as if he were drifting up in the clouds with Clark, waiting for the sunrise over some foreign waters. It definitely wasn't what he figured death would be like, so he closes his eyes and waits for the pain to assail his senses. It never does.
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