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5/1/2025, 10:49:36 AM
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>>6232447
You can't help yourself, something about this feeling pulls and tugs at the deepest strings in your chest until you smile and let it run through you like a bolt of lightning.
You open your mouth to scream out in some strange mix of pleasure and pain. A mix of fear and excitement. But all you do is inhale a rush of ice cold air that you feel travel down your chest and inflate your lungs. You force open your eyes and experience the smeared streaks of color flying by you as if you were falling face first into an oil painting. Your hands reach out blindly to break the fall but the various blobs and smears of texture and light dance around you as any sensation of weight vanishes. Then you blink.
You find yourself hovering here again. Like a low-hanging star above the peak of Wayne Tower. The moon is radiant and the dim spots of gray stare down at you like many eyes. You feel watched but not observed. You gulp and get the bitter aftertaste of black coffee.
"..haven't seen that fucking thing since I was in middle school, night must be taking a turn for the..." A gruff voice fades in before vanishing.
You twist to the sound and feel yourself moving through warm bathwater, the city lights flickering like a candle.
"...glad they gave you the night off, Tony. I can't help but get worried now when you.."
The back of a hand stroking your cheek as you fall.
"..don't think I'm getting off a beat anytime soon, sorry to..."
You grin and lay back, letting the sensations wash over you.. cold ocean spray, flecks of burning ash, a sharp breeze slipping beneath your collar. You tense all your muscles and roll your head back as you laugh, each one producing the pale smoke of a cigarette which slowly darkens until it's the thick billowing clouds of a house fire. You watch it trail off into the sky and fade against the radiance of the moonlight, far away in the center of it you think you see the smallest flicker of red. You know that should interest you, but right now.. it doesn't. You don't really feel.. anything. Anything except for ecstasy and a sense of true freedom underlined by connection with it all. You truly let yourself relax and Gotham runs through you, the water of the bay replacing your blood, your flesh dark stone and cobbled stones, your eyes the flickering and humming streetlights, and your heartbeat echoes like hundreds of feet against concrete.
You feel your feet touch earth and you open your eyes to an empty, swampish landscape, but you don't feel any confusion at the change of scenery only anticipation. Slowly the sky begins to turn, from night to dimmed day, carts. Horses. Men. Lumber and stone. Faster and faster it all comes. Scaffolding. Stone skeletons. Then faster again. Cars, steel and glass. Houses that tremble and rise like growing bone. Roads that flow and steam like hot blood. All of it moving faster and faster until it completely freezes before you.
>>6232367
>>6232447
You can't help yourself, something about this feeling pulls and tugs at the deepest strings in your chest until you smile and let it run through you like a bolt of lightning.
You open your mouth to scream out in some strange mix of pleasure and pain. A mix of fear and excitement. But all you do is inhale a rush of ice cold air that you feel travel down your chest and inflate your lungs. You force open your eyes and experience the smeared streaks of color flying by you as if you were falling face first into an oil painting. Your hands reach out blindly to break the fall but the various blobs and smears of texture and light dance around you as any sensation of weight vanishes. Then you blink.
You find yourself hovering here again. Like a low-hanging star above the peak of Wayne Tower. The moon is radiant and the dim spots of gray stare down at you like many eyes. You feel watched but not observed. You gulp and get the bitter aftertaste of black coffee.
"..haven't seen that fucking thing since I was in middle school, night must be taking a turn for the..." A gruff voice fades in before vanishing.
You twist to the sound and feel yourself moving through warm bathwater, the city lights flickering like a candle.
"...glad they gave you the night off, Tony. I can't help but get worried now when you.."
The back of a hand stroking your cheek as you fall.
"..don't think I'm getting off a beat anytime soon, sorry to..."
You grin and lay back, letting the sensations wash over you.. cold ocean spray, flecks of burning ash, a sharp breeze slipping beneath your collar. You tense all your muscles and roll your head back as you laugh, each one producing the pale smoke of a cigarette which slowly darkens until it's the thick billowing clouds of a house fire. You watch it trail off into the sky and fade against the radiance of the moonlight, far away in the center of it you think you see the smallest flicker of red. You know that should interest you, but right now.. it doesn't. You don't really feel.. anything. Anything except for ecstasy and a sense of true freedom underlined by connection with it all. You truly let yourself relax and Gotham runs through you, the water of the bay replacing your blood, your flesh dark stone and cobbled stones, your eyes the flickering and humming streetlights, and your heartbeat echoes like hundreds of feet against concrete.
You feel your feet touch earth and you open your eyes to an empty, swampish landscape, but you don't feel any confusion at the change of scenery only anticipation. Slowly the sky begins to turn, from night to dimmed day, carts. Horses. Men. Lumber and stone. Faster and faster it all comes. Scaffolding. Stone skeletons. Then faster again. Cars, steel and glass. Houses that tremble and rise like growing bone. Roads that flow and steam like hot blood. All of it moving faster and faster until it completely freezes before you.
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