Fragmented
Disclaimer: I do not own TDK.
Shatter.
Gotham at midnight roars and heaves with activity, a siren song that keeps pulling him back to his balcony. He is shirtless, and the streetlights play over the livid scars that curl over his back and sides, trace his ribs and curve his lips. The apartment is abandoned, dusty and old, but any accommodation he can't pace in a few strides feels huge. In a few days, he will regroup and move on. But right now, he revels in the winter wind searing his bones and making his eyes water. His unshed tears distort, rend Gotham into shattered pieces.