It was the sound of gravel crunching beneath his feet and the high pitch whistle of the wind blowing past his face the cold air slapping his cheeks he could barely feel them anymore, it was giving him a rush of excitement, from roof to roof he went as hard as his fragile body could take him, every time he made the next jump there was sense of fear and self worth knowing he was just one trip or mistake away from making himself a bird pancake. The Bat would kill him if he let that happen, the boy lightly chuckle to himself after coming to a violate halt when he finally made it to his destination he could oversee the whole city of gotham, the city that had betrayed him time and time again. The city look as dark as the night sky but as each light that illuminated from the windows of apartment buildings made the city feel a little more brighter. He look at the streets below and it seemed like it was a river of light that flowed and separated through the sky like city, that always change to another warm color with just a blink of the eye. His illusionist trancelike state was disturbed by the offshore distance of gunshots, car horns and clubs music he sighed as he thought
"why do the things that hold the most beauty have to be the most dangerous"
then there was a slight warm sensation on his face he reach for his cheeks and to his own
amazement he was…..crying?
He wonder why, he was a strong boy wasn't he?
He trained all day, study all night so this kinda stuff wouldn't happen he's not a baby…...but
the Bat has be pushing him harder than normal recently and the reason he snuck out in the first place was to get away from it all for an hour or two even if that meant extra training tomorrow because he KNEW the Bat KNEW he already snuck out.
He didn't even realize how cold and tired he was until he felt the warmth of his own tears it was then he made the choice it was the time for him to go home as he turn around made his way to ready for the jog home his body jerk to a stop of a sound of a small whimper it was coming from the far side of the building. Slowly making his way to the noise it got more clearer as a figure made its way to his vision it was the sound of a someone crying the boy hid behind a chimney to try not make his presence know to the figure he couldn't get a good look at the person. The figure was draped in a dark cloth surrounded by a dark glow flowing around it. To any person they would have ran home but the boy felt compelled to walk towards the figure slowly creeping his way to the figure The boy felt something stirring in his face, he knew what was coming he tried different face poses anything to make the sudden urge leave his nose but to no avail he knew what had to be done he had ….. To sneeze the sudden whiff of air leaving his mouth and nostrils cause the figure to suddenly turn to the direction of the noise before the boy could lift his head from the sheer force of the sneeze the figure had already left his sight leaving him to wipe his nose.
As he climbed back through the window and crawled into bed he knew the sweet comfort of sleep would overtake his body in the few moments he had left, he last thoughts were of the lonely figure he had so many questions, why were they crying? What are they? Where did they come from? How in the world did they get away so fast? These were the last thoughts before his eyes got heavy his mind still planning of how he'll try to reason with it the next time he finds it, how hard could it be?
