( Has he really felt alive since he lost his parents? It'd been hard to, he feels. Putting on the cape and cowl β going out at night and waiting in the shadows of Gotham for someone to cross his path that shouldn't... did it make him feel alive? Not really. If anything, he felt more frustrated, more angry, more tired with each passing night. He didn't do what he did because it made him feel alive. He did it because someone had to. Even if it feels like Gotham is a lost cause more often than not. )
I'll let you know if I find it.
( Plucking a sugar packet from the table there, he rolls it over between his fingers β lazily throws his glance around. )
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I'll let you know if I find it.
( Plucking a sugar packet from the table there, he rolls it over between his fingers β lazily throws his glance around. )
Just you here from your world, right?