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Alastor sighed softly to himself as he stared up at the stars twinkling in Gotham's blue grey sky, never truly dark thanks to the city's lights. It was his birthday, yet another year older. Yet another year goes by since Basil's death. He's only been a villain for about a year now but that doesn't matter, tonight he isn't Music Meister. He's just Alastor Sharpe, God's favorite punching bag and the loneliest man in gotham. Sure he's got plenty of adoring fans but what's the point when the one person he wants by his side is long gone? It hurts, he loved Basil more than anything. He was in love with him for fuck sake. Not that Basil or Basil's boyfriend teddy ever knew that.
He sighed even more as he looked down at the single chocolate cupcake that he bought for himself, one lone purple candle stuck halfway into the icing. With a few tears running down his cheeks, he blew out the small flame. Silently wishing that the man he loves would come back to him. A loud noise sounded off behind him as something disappeared in the darkness, a small delicately wrapped present left where the figure had previously been. Alastor picked it up to inspect it, looking at the tag to find a certain caped crusader's handwriting on it. 'Happy Birthday Alastor from B.' Alastor smiled softly as he unwrapped his gift, it was a pair of light blue sunglasses shaped like diamonds. It was perfect. He sniffled softly as he put them on, feeling more like himself again.