Jasper’s fingers played loosely on the guitar, eyes closed. Lips parted as he let the music overtake him. Just another night, playing at a bar. His body there, but his mind was elsewhere. Gotham had always been home in that aspect.

It was some request from the fans, Arctic Monkeys something or the other. The deep bass of Do I Wanna Know? ringing into the crowd.

The music had become a form of life for him. Drowning out his pains and problems. Floating off as fans yelled requests or his name. He played often at the Iceberg Lounge, it was just another night of payment.