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BRUISED SKIN & BROKEN PROMISES

Sleep? Stability? A moment to breathe? Nah, now she’s stuck in a web of bats and blood.

__________ A/N: Hii! This is a small blurb for a series I'm starting! First post on this account, please interact!! I'd love and appreciate it!

TW: underage smoking, depressive themes, abuse, domestic violence

The music echoed in your ears, drowning out everything and everyone. You watched as people danced, their laughter spilling out of their lungs. Their dresses and suits perfectly tailored for their skin, shining the way they did. You don't care, it's not like you're anything special.

And because you're not anything special you decided that this beautiful hall didn't deserve a rat in its corner. It was better outside anyways. Outside was cold, it was…quiet. Peaceful in a way that the glittering ballroom could never be. Even with the littered streets, ones that whispered dark secrets in the night.

You leaned against the cool stone of the building, the little-out-of-budget suit that draped over you reminding you that you didn't belong.

It wasn't you.

None of this was.

A sigh escaped your lips, a small puff of white in the night air, it reminded you of cigarette smoke. Oh what you'd do for a cigarette right now. Well maybe not now, not when you're attending a junior dance funded by Wayne something something.You pulled your blazer tighter around your shoulders, the thin material offering little comfort against the growing chill.

Maybe you should have stayed inside, found a quieter corner to disappear into. But the suffocating cheerfulness, the smell of expensive perfume…it gave you a headache just thinking about it.

Suddenly, a shadow followed after you. You didn't bother to look up, already assuming it was some well-meaning but ultimately oblivious staff coming to drag you back into the forced merriment. Probably not, actually, even though it was their job to notice, they never really noticed you. No one did.

"Can I hide with you?" a voice asked, a low rumble that vibrated slightly in the quiet air. It wasn't the saccharine tone you'd expected. This voice held a different quality... a weariness, maybe? Or something else you couldn't quite place. It was Tim, you never understood why that boy had been hanging around you recently. You guys weren’t friends, definitely not. Only one thing in common, you guys were never in school. Though he was running around being some crazy billionaire teenage boss, you were out doing god knows what and getting money from god knows where with god knows who.

Maybe he pitied you. Who wouldn’t?

There was a heavy feeling in your stomach as he leaned against the wall next to you. Get. Away. Your head pounded, echoes of his thoughts bouncing in your head. You could feel the tension in his shoulders, the bruises on his knuckles and the brutal hits from the night before. How many fights does this rich boy get into? The pain is brief, only because you know how to control it. The only thing you know how to control, yourself. He has a small limp. Poor boy. But you don’t make a habit of staying long, not even a minute later you just…walk away. Rude? Sure. Stupid? Maybe. Will anyone care? No.

Tim watches you walk away until you disappear into an alley. “Okay, rude.”

He mutters, even after a week of staying close to you he doesn’t know a single thing. Nothing. It's like he’s caught some extremely bad luck out of nowhere. He taps his earpiece, a small shiver crawls up his body as he hears the static crack. It’s been so glitchy recently.

-Are we sures she’s a psycho and not just some loner?

Damian states, and frankly Tim had to agree. Sure the missing people in the area all seem to be missing after interacting with you but that was it. Sure he shouldn’t overlook it, especially since it’s really the only lead he has in this case. But this was just some kid.

-Most loners tend to be psychopaths…so.

Jason chimes in. His words make Tims eyes roll.

Are you a psycho or a loner? Or maybe both. But do you know that?

. . .

Whatcha think <3

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