The stars were giggling at the moon. Not in a poetic, Vuong-esque way—no, no, quite literally. Giggling. Cackling. Straight up guffawing. The wind was spilling every dark secret, every irrelevant person had ever kept, and the skyscrapers that built Gotham's skyline were crumbling... the way the cookie crumbled? Jesus.

Also, you were high, but that's just a footnote.

"You're shiny," Jason mumbled into your shoulder, the two of you sat in the fire escape that lined his apartment building. Blood-stained and mud-tracked, what with Jason's vigilante track record, but you didn't seem to mind. "You're so fuckin' shiny. Like... like that fuckin' vampire with the glitter."