"ARKHAM RIOT."
Andrew Wilson was his name. He dinit like me ….so I decided not to like him either.
Ivy was in arkham and I had to admit I felt alone, well more of just an isolated feeling , but those things had never changed I had a feeling they'd always be that way. Rock was still with that lady somewhere in the seven elven closet, which could explain that isolated feeling,
I mean where you went when you had no one to talk to, no friends,. Well I had a lot of answers for that. Just none I wanted and few I could tolerate. The park, the arcade…and well that's where my ideas had ended. Still business went on, and I had helped with most of it. The arkham riots had begun …a week ago but now they had gotten bigger and it was worse at night, because mobs would start and just destroy things.
Ok so the deal was, everyone was pissed at what ivy had done to those people at the gardens.
Apparently the city's tired of crime, and they want their city back with batman gone. It was sad and funny in a way that they had chosen now out of all times to reclaim their city by doing their crimes during the night. Destroying buildings, setting fires to prove a point of how it feels by becoming lame amateur criminals themselves,
A pathetic attempt of Gotham's people, and it really shows you how stupid people are. Going with ideas and not really thinking about them. I liked to feel has if I wasn't born in Gotham.
I was though.
It'd be a little better if the water was a little warmer...at least then we could surf while being robbed.
The crazy thing about the Arkham riot's was that … criminals were protesting back on the north west side which where I was close to right now. It was stupid.
Crazy.
People protesting over stupid things only to realize nothing goods going to come out of it.
Right now the idea of the arcade sounded nice, I began heading back. Rocco put his hand on his shoulder. I gave him an annoyed look. "What's wrong with you…get off "I said pushing him away. He zipped up his pants. "We should go join that mob "Rocco gave me a stupid smile. He wasn't the brightest, of course he'd want to. Wouldn't he? "Those stupid pale, ugly a*** people think they can take our city, I mean come on take back their city while they watch Paula dean stick her wrinkly old hand up a turkey's a*** ."
I smirked.
"Boss aint got nothin' to do tomorrow. Say while not have a little fun."
"Forget it, Gordon's got his crew over there. It's a bad idea. I 'm already in trouble for apparently being a wannabe." "So when did you turn into a giant pu…..
We both stared at the people screaming. I saw a few people dancing past cars, and throwing trashcans through window shops. Me and Rocco ducked has a trash can went flying over our heads.
I saw a stupid grin on rock's face. He ran to the window shop, jumping inside. I looked around before following him. "Stuff ya pockets, everything "he told me.
I found the cash register. I shook it. Rocco threw me his shot gun. I caught it stepping back. I shot it quickly, and pulled it open. "My gun?" I heard Rocco's deep voice call back.
I opened the register. Money. The man who had been in here, grabbed a handful of cash. I tripped him, and watched him fall through the glass next to the one he had broken through. I grabbed the cash out of his hand, while Rocco and I ran for it.
We both laughed, and I wouldn't lie. Everything was so much
Fu***** better when you dinit have to think about the consequences. We ran for a while before we stopped. "How much out get?" Rocco asked. He was out of his breath. His eyebrows wide from running and he was breathing hard. "You're out of shape "I told him with a faint smirk. He shrugged. "How much?" he asked again this time a little firmer. I began counting. "230 bucks rock "I said. "Well looks like we're livin' well you wanna go out for dinner?"
We were both tired so we ended up eating at a pizza place, with pretty good pizza. Falcone's, ironic right? Salvatore Maroni owned this place. Well now he did. The funny thing was the guy who owned it was a friend of Falcone's from New York, he liked the name. I looked up at Rocco, I jerked for a moment.
"What?"
"What do you mean what Rocco, you have pink eye go look in the mirror!" I said a little too loud.
"Is it red?" He asked a little concerned. "Blood shot."
He muttered a curse and quickly excused himself to the bathroom. Man..Pink eye was contagious just hoped I dinit get it from him.
Rocco looked in the mirror examining his left eyeball. It was surrounded by a red color and a tad pink.
"Ah sh** "he said softly another man looked at his eye. "You got it too, everyone's getting it from all over the city, gross stuff. I got it from my twin sons just last week." "Well ...Last time I had this, you know I was only 7 …what do you do to fix it?" The man dried his hands with paper towels checking his watch. "Eye drops and well….
I stared around, hoping I dinit get that. I've never had it before and well I heard it's gross. Sam sat across from me. "My grandpa owns this place "she said smiling, holding her chin in her hands. Her eyebrows scrunched. "You hear about the riots?" "Yeah, it's crazy down there."
Rocco came back. Sam stared at him. "EW, you have pink eye ...You need to go to the doctor and get some antibiotics and some eye drops." Her face disgusted she got up walking passed him and going back into the kitchen where they were making the pizza. We got to the apartment, and I went to sleep on the couch. Too tried to really think.
I blinked slowly, except for it felt like a sticky gew. I groaned. I opened my eyes barley to find they were irritated and it felt like someone had dumped sand in them. I got up quickly and looked in the mirror.
Gross.
I watched the news for a while, trying to blink has much has I could because it felt better. Boss was already gone so it must have been important. Rocco walked in. "You gave me pink eye "I said giving him a hatred look. He shrugged. "Dam* kid, I dinit mean to..." he tossed me some eye drops. It felt a little better afterwards. Not too much. We both had breakfast at the diner, Rocco was wearing sunglasses. He was afraid of what people thought. I wasn't. F*** those people, what made them so much better than us while they eat the shi* out of their babies diapers. A woman tapped me on the shoulder. "Are. Are you alright son?" she asked she was elderly and her hands felt like they would snap on my shoulder. "I'm fine, how bout' those titties?" She gasped and me in Rocco laughed, and went back to eating are food. A man tapped me. "Young man, my wife here was just trying to be kind ...You young people are so disrespectful." "I would like you…to apologize to my wife young man." I nodded. I turned to the woman. "I'm sorry about those titties "I went back to eating and then me and Rocco left not even paying a tip. " We were on those news sorta, they dinit a get a good look at are faces. Anyways man, we got time to spare my boss your dad needs us at the docks at 12:45 am." "Why so serious Jacky?" he asked me shubbing me into someone slightly. I shubbed him back. "Why so serious my a** rock." We both laughed walking down the sidewalk.
