Jason remembersthe cold,the light reflected in the snow.
Dark green sky.
the body,once living, begging for his life.He remembers his partner toying with the man,the Other, ending his life.
Dark red guts
the car drive.It felt likean eternity,
an instant.
complete silence,
pure noise
a nightmare,
cold hard truth
In the snow-filled park,an oil drum on fire,ten hooded figures,motionless,
yet, witness.
an empty dumpsternow containing the body,
but the weight remained on his shoulder.
an oil drum,
snow, more snow, and nothing else, but the cold.
the drive back.In the dead of night, Gotham hears everything.The city seems to bury all secrets,but in truth it digests themand makes them part of its identity.Feed Gotham.Their many mouths,the dumpster,