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“Why would you?” your eyes tremble as you look at him, your voice cracks and you hold tighter onto the phone; as if you’re holding him. you try your hardest to look away but you can’t. the orange jumpsuit which has ‘GOTHAM D.O.C’ printed on the back in big bold letters haunts you, it’s vibrance haunts you.
”Why wouldn’t i? He hurt me!” he spits back at you, Jason had never hurt you before, but he sure seems like he wants to and is about to. “You don’t know what i had to endure because of him! you don't understand my pain!” his eyebrows furrow and his eyes tremble; not like yours. not in fear, but in anger. the rusty microphone makes his voice more distorted than you remember, he disappears for months and he comes back to you in a orange jumpsuit.
the more you stare at him the more his scars seem to transfer to you, the deeper they cut, you want to understand his panic he won’t let you. you reach out to touch him, to touch h his cheek. to feel if it’s really him; if it’s the same skin that once radiated warmth to you during the harsh Gotham winters. your fingers stop against the glass. your breath stopped for a second.
the glass.. that so called glass is supposed to protect you. if it protects you who protects him? “Jason… are you safe?” your voice is barely above a whisper, the microphone hardly catches it. “You mean have i joined a gang yet?” he almost cracks a smile at your naivety. asking if the arkham knight is safe.you should be asking if the other inmates are safe; or if he had brainwashed them yet.
”well have you?” “don’t worry i haven’t joined one.” he cracks a soft smile, well that’s at least how you see it. it’s a smirk, he knows he’s got you wrapped around his pinky finger. ‘How could he be so happy while in jail?’ you ask yourself.
“Times up, Todd.” is what you hear after the big metal door to the right is opened. he lets out a big huff as the Officer behind him pulls him by the shoulders “Stay strong for me, Doll. i’ll be out before you know it, Princess!” he winks as the officer pulls him out of his seat aggressively. of course he has to throw in those nicknames. your water filled eyes tremble as they watch the officers handcuff him. handcuff your baby. your man.
that murderer. that cold-blooded murderer.