-▪︎■ Guilty Pleasures ■▪︎- After saving Bruce from Scarecrow, the guilt of being a helping force in villainy gets to Jason, leading him to flee the scene, ending up on a particular someone's fire escape.

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Smoke clung to my clothes like a bad habit, acrid and insistent. My fingers still twitched around the phantom grip of the trigger, the adrenaline finally starting to recede, leaving behind a throbbing ache in my temple and the cold, gnawing guilt that never truly left. Being a pawn in that twisted game left me feeling like I'd just scrubbed floors with my own soul.

So, I ran. Not from the cops, not from Bruce's inevitable disappointed glare, but from myself. The city sprawled out beneath me, a neon labyrinth that seemed to mock my every move. I ended up here, perched on this fire escape, the clatter of my boots probably echoing through the open window like a bad omen. Hell, maybe it was. Maybe I was just collecting bad karma like stray cats.

A flicker of movement caught my eye. A figure appeared silhouetted in the window, bathed in the warm glow of the room behind them. They stood there, silent and curious, like a wolf sizing up a stray deer. I cracked a smile, the kind that never reached my eyes. "Evening, stranger. Dont mind if i just catch my breath here for a moment?..." I ask.

I noticed a cat prowl out from beside them. It hopped up onto the ledge beside me, rubbing its head on me as if to soothe the weight in my gut. "Hey, lil guy... seems I've got your permission at least, huh?" I chuckle dimly.