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The moment the sweet sweet ice cream touched my tongue, jesus.

HOW DID I LIVE.

Let's just say, I almost inhaled the entire thing.

Bruce thought it was hilarious.

We headed to this really big laser tag place Dad said he heard about. (This time he drove... ): )

The place was really dark but everything was glowing.

Sick.

We picked our player names (mine was 'iheartbread' and his was 'iamthenight') and we were put in a group of people. The two of us instantly dominated.

We were almost like a dynamic duo.

The first game Dad shot the most people out of everyone and the second one I did.

It quickly turned into a 'who can get the most shots' competition.

Eventually we turned the lasers to each other.

I kept shooting at him but he kept running away.

My cheeks started hurting from smiling.

At one point he tripped and face planted into the floor (very gracefully)
And I laughed and laughed until tears were streaming down my face and I was gasping for breath.

"Okay okay I get it. It was funny." Bruce said smiling.

After a few more minutes of me rolling on the ground and laughing my ass off Dad actually became worried.

He put his hand on my back and started rubbing circles.

"Breathe Jason..."

I gasped a little more but eventually caught me breath.

"Oh... My god." I said panting. "That was one of the funnest things I've ever seen in my life. Did you see your face!"

"Remind me to never trip again." He grumbled helping me up.

Apparently the game ended a minute or two ago.

We went out for dinner after that.

Not one of those gross fancy places we usually have to eat at. (Thank god.)

We went out for chilli dogs.

We actually went out for chilli dogs.

Today seems to be my fucking day.

It felt like heaven to have these things again.

Bruce enjoyed it significantly less than me (1 he was used to rich people food and 2 no one can appreciate a chilli dog like I can) but overall today was the most fun I've had in years.

I find it kinda ironic that I have to go through hell to get one good moment. Guess life just sucks that way.

Of course it had to come to an end (like good things always do) and after dinner Bruce started driving me back to rehab.

I sat in the car starring straight ahead, not looking forward to going back.

Ugh, this is shit.

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"Jason."

I felt a shake on my shoulder and opened my eyes.

I didn't even realize I fell asleep.

It would of probably been the last time for a while I could see the Gotham streets, and I fell asleep.

Way to go, dumbass.

I reluctantly got out of the car and breathed the fresh air.

I looked around one last time before following Dad back in.

It was great while it lasted.

Carl was waiting to escort be back to my cell.

Great.

Dad turned to me and I turned to him.

He looked at me for a moment with his deep blue eyes and then wrapped his arms around me.

"Be good Jason."

"Psh we'll see old man, we'll see. Tell Alfred I said hi."

He grunted in response, forced me a smile and walked toward the doors

I walked toward the entrance to the cells, and didn't dare look back.

I'm pretty sure he didn't either.

End of Chapter 5