[ when he gets into the thrill of it, it's hard to remember that this isn't the Metaverse, and he's lacking a few of the resources that Joker had. it sticks with him as his organs thrum with the fall, shaken as he pushes himself up on his elbows, then his hands. there's a tingle in his fingers and his wrists that he ignores.
are you satisfied ending it here? get up.
a breath sucks in through his teeth, and still full of adrenaline, he gets to his feet. the buzz gets shaken off as he begins to move again as she reaches out a wing. one hand is still gloved, the only splash of red against his black attire, the other bare as he reaches out to take her wing fearlessly.
whatever she was going through&mash;whatever she felt—she needed his help. that was enough of a reason to share it. the blue flares to life again, and what's behind his normally neutral expression pours through: determination, desperation and a spike of concern. ]
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are you satisfied ending it here? get up.
a breath sucks in through his teeth, and still full of adrenaline, he gets to his feet. the buzz gets shaken off as he begins to move again as she reaches out a wing. one hand is still gloved, the only splash of red against his black attire, the other bare as he reaches out to take her wing fearlessly.
whatever she was going through&mash;whatever she felt—she needed his help. that was enough of a reason to share it. the blue flares to life again, and what's behind his normally neutral expression pours through: determination, desperation and a spike of concern. ]