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Dec. 7th, 2013 21:42![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
banquetofjustice[ it's the depths of night and he's wandering--searching--hunting when the starlight goes stale.
he has to stop, briefly; turn, survey his surroundings, try to decipher why all the shadows are so washed out and why the road under his feet isn't the same one he was walking on not a moment before.
(his first thought, before he can stop it: it's dead max's fault)
(recalling hiding behind the same hero identity back when he wasn't robin but then again it feels so much more real now) ]
Where--?
[ half ademand question posed to the sparse few silhouettes parading past him and falling on deaf ears--nobody doing so much as casting a glance at the boy in the cape and the mask.
(and he gets the feeling that they're all brainwashed, and maybe he's been put here for a reason) ]
he has to stop, briefly; turn, survey his surroundings, try to decipher why all the shadows are so washed out and why the road under his feet isn't the same one he was walking on not a moment before.
(his first thought, before he can stop it: it's dead max's fault)
(recalling hiding behind the same hero identity back when he wasn't robin but then again it feels so much more real now) ]
Where--?
[ half a
(and he gets the feeling that they're all brainwashed, and maybe he's been put here for a reason) ]