The Lost
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A/N: wonderful response so far!
"And in other news crime in Bluvhaven has been brought down by—"
"Turn off the news Jason you have to go to school," Bruce's cold voice cuts threw the sound of the Vicky Vale and Jason Todd looks up. Bruce is already dressed in his suit and is clearly ready to leave. Jason sighs, standing up and pulls his Gotham academy jacket fully on.
Somehow the boy thought living with Bruce Wayne would be like this. Bruce is so icy; he's never shown anything for Jason. Alfred is great, true, but not the same as a mentor. Then again what did he expect, no one's ever given him anything before….
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Officer Cobb sits in his hotel room eyes drifting out the window. Mornings seem so hard for him. There's heaviness to his head that is as always throbbing. Gotham of, course can do this to someone, even if that person doesn't live here.
The undercover assignment wasn't meant to spill into Gotham but somehow he ended up here, again. It seems like no matter how hard he tries he can't escape this god forsaken city.
After what seems like an hour he finally gets up and walks out of the hotel a down to the coffee shop down the street. Even the air here reeks. He scowls and orders his coffee. Its shitty coffee but he can afford it. The man rests his back against the wall of the coffee house an watches random people go about the streets.
He wonders if they all feel as empty and dead as he does. The dragging moments, he's starting to wish he was dead.
"KID WATCH OUT," a high pitched woman screams. Cobb moves before the thinks and he tackles a boy to the other side if the street. The boy blinks up at him with confusion.
"You alright kid," Cobb asks. The boy looks at him before pushing him away.
"I'm fine," the boy snaps. Cobb stands up looking concerned.
"What are you doing down in this part of town," Cobb asks. "With that uniform you're asking to get your ass kicked."
"No kidding," the kid snorts. Cobb stares at the kid for a little long before something occurs to him. He whips out a piece of paper and scribbles his number on it.
"If you need anything at all," Cobb says. "Call me." The boy raises an eyebrow and is about to throw then number away when he slips it in his pocket.
"Thanks," he mumbles and walks way. Cobb rubs the back of his head messing up the shaggy black hair even further. Was it just him or did that kid have the same hair color as him?