where are you?

we were a pair. but you are there. learned that the blood you bleed is just the blood you owe. you were his life, but life is far away from fair. was he stupid to love you? was he reckless to help? was it obvious to everybody else? that he'd fallen for a lie. that you were never on his side.

sometimes you forget. sometimes you forgot how you got here. forgot how much you want to survive. forgot how much the joker had tainted you. forgot how much nashton had buried you. that you're here. still here. but it's all a lie. a little pretty white lie. that your soul still belongs to you.

fool him once, fool him twice. are you death or paradise? handgun. bloodied hands. eyes full of tears shines in pitch darkness. blurred sight, your face erased. the flare ignites, everything went red.

sprinting, he leaps off the edge. falling, a weight struck his body, tackling him mid-air and they drop. hook darts up, the grappling line snapping back stiffly with a yank, our bodies slamming into the metal wall with you swiftly attaching the other end of the grappling line to his belt.

you slide, but he reaches out and grabs you. "no."