It was during that time that things started to become extra hazy. Days blended together, then weeks, and I couldn't really remember anything to specific about the time that had passed. Those daily routines came back worse than ever and I felt like my friends had abandoned me. I even wondered if they had left Gotham without inviting me. I mean it's not like this is the most fantastic place in the world to live just look at it, you'd have to be crazy to move here. That's why I moved here, to work with all the nuts, after all there's plenty of them.

But anyways they were gone for a long time. I mean I guess it wasn't really but it felt like it. Maybe even longer than it. And that was when I first met him.

Jack.

Just Jack. That was it, no last name, no classes, no nothing. And he was perfect, absolutely perfect.

Of course I didn't know that yet. I was so stupid I almost ruined everything. I was walking to class each day in such a zone I barely noticed him. It was kinda funny how he got there, just sort of appeared one day like a guardian angel.

At first it started with the flyer. Just a simple flyer some guy was handing out on campus. I would pass him each day on my way to class not really paying any attention to anything in particular just stuck in my own little world of grey. I saw some guy passing out flyers in my peripheral vision so I took one. Without saying anything, without looking at him, took one and stuck it in my bag. It was like that for a while I think. I just kept taking the same flyer cause I never really looked at him ya know? I didn't really care so I just kept taking it. I thought it was different people I guess. I never even looked at it to see what it was.

It went like that for weeks. It wasn't until the announcement that I talked to him. The announcement that Red was dead.