Ghost-Maker

Big heist, Cheshire?

No.

Bruce.

Come back.

Come back to me @gothamshadow.bsky.social

🏹 Heeey, Leo.

🏹 HUH

Did he die.

Huh.

Unless it's from him.

Icon, turn Do Not Disturb mode on.

🏹 Look, Ma. I'm on TV.

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𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. When I watched him point the gun at our teacher, he showed me something that he never truly hid. He left me alone in the snow. Cold and quiet.

The road for change, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘦, was a lonely one. I found someone just like me, or so I thought he was. The first person I could ever call a friend.

This time, the realization came late.

𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰, 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦. 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘔𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘤𝘺.

Hm . . .

I don't want to be a father.

Until he realized that he could be better, greater . . . we are doomed to repeat the same song over and over again.

With that Boy Scout? Count me out.

I think he wants me.

? ?

Heh. Don't think I can handle that.

📱: Rude.
📱: :(

Arguing over trivial matters is a waste of breath anyway. How is the boy?

🏹 Give me a sec. I'm putting up a crew to make the kidnapping flashy.

Sounds kinda boring.

Of course. He wouldn't shout in front of the kid.