( bruce can't keep this up because one, he doesn't want to and two, he's tired. from the hours of researching, to the hours of searching on the streets. trying to find some reasonβ some purpose for being here in a place with so many things stacked against him. if not joker, then what?
so when that kickβ those kicks come, he lets himself take them. lets them hit him and knock him down to the ground with a resounding thud, to which he simply lays there on his back. breath slow but steady.
there's a thought that touches him in that moment β a thought he typically doesn't let himself think nor feel because he can't, but. he thinks it. he thinks it and he closes his eyes as he does... and he lets himself sink slowly into the shadows that pool underneath him, devouring him. not a single care in where they may take him. )
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so when that kickβ those kicks come, he lets himself take them. lets them hit him and knock him down to the ground with a resounding thud, to which he simply lays there on his back. breath slow but steady.
there's a thought that touches him in that moment β a thought he typically doesn't let himself think nor feel because he can't, but. he thinks it. he thinks it and he closes his eyes as he does... and he lets himself sink slowly into the shadows that pool underneath him, devouring him. not a single care in where they may take him. )