AN/ Well this is unexpected of even me to do this again but wow… I haven't updated this in nearly 2 years, but to be honest I have actually found all my old notes and files on how I wanted this story to pan out. I've grown a lot as a writer since last time and I'm currently working in a fish and chip shop ( how British…) and studying 4 A levels -one of them is English lit- so I'll try not to add random adjectives to make my writing sound smarter than it is. ANYWAY IT'S LATE FOR ME SO I THINK WE SHOULD JUST GET TO THE STORY! Hope you enjoy xx its short but I just want to get something uploaded. Please review

Dick's POV

It can take a human body 50 years to decompose, that's double what I've lived. It will take two of my lifetimes for my first slaughter to be erased completely from the soil he would be buried in. Clearing my head I stood up from the plastic chair I had been sat in for the last 2 hours and twisted my stiff back. Looking around at the sea of people around me, I saw many different types of people all with their own stories, their own problems. Could they tell what I had done earlier today?

That's always been something that has interested me, could you be able to tell that someone had killed someone else just by looking at them? If Sherlock was real he probably could, but he lived only in fiction. Huh … sometimes I feel like in stuck in someone's twisted story, that I have no choice in some of the things that happen to me are already planned out and all I Have to do is follow that path. I'm probably looking too hard for an excuse for my catastrophic flop that is my life. I'm not important enough to be spoken about by my adopted family let alone a being as important as that,

My flight had been delayed by an hour, not really sure why, but I stupidly positioned myself so that in the corner of my eye all I could see was the green Starbucks logo calling my name, its free Wi-Fi enticing me like the cream on top of my regular mocha double milk… stupid consumerism. I pulled out my spare phone from my pocket and connected to the Wi-Fi hotspot, might as well distract myself with some music. I press play on the suggested music playlist and close my eyes and just focus on breathing. In… Out...In.

After what seems like only seconds an announcement stirs me from my daydream and to my relief my flight is finally ready to board, I scan the area again sinking the blank seats with worn cushions, the slumbering people waiting for their announcements. This really is it, this will be my last time in Gotham. I mechanically make my way to the queue to be boarded. Hopefully I've done the right thing, it's not too late to leave. Or is it? I can't think about that now. I need to leave, there's no way I can face Bruce after this. Jason and Damian both have reasons for what they did. Jason was killed and the next thing he knows he's alive- that has got to fuck someone up. Damian was conditioned to kill, like it was natural for him to do. I guess he's proof that anyone can change though. A once feared assassin who now lives with his dad and owns a cow because he refuses to let it be killed or even eat meat. Im also proof though, a once righteous kid grew up, became angry with the world for taking my happiness from me and revealing who I'm meant to be. A monster. All I can do now is run from it, run from the police; Bruce, Tim, Jason and even the team. I can run from everything I can until my feet are slashed and scarred.

I just hope I can run from myself.