To Find a Spider, Interlude (1/23)
His hands hurt. He doesn't notice it until he's done for the night, back at home, safe and sound. He looks down at his knuckles... bruised; maybe he should add some more padding.
His gauntlets have never not provided enough padding. Of course, usually he isn't spending an entire night interrogating every bum and two bit hood in The Flats. He didn't think he was hitting them to hard, although, on reflection, some of them bled more than is customary.
Is he upset?
The past month flashes by in his head. Dead bodies and funerals for friends and loved ones; Himself with a gun and Kon's heat vision taking Slade's arm. And now Spiderman and Freya, who he failed and Lee... Linda... Supergirl, who he's pretty sure he'll fail. He isn't sure what she wants from him, but he doesn't think he has it. He doesn't feel like he has anything for anyone, he's just hollow inside. Seeing Bruce, happy and flirting doesn't help.
He notices the way his hands are shaking, just thinking about it. He enjoyed tonight, enjoyed it like he hasn't enjoyed patrol in a while. He'll add more padding to the gauntlets.
And tonight proved to be fruitful, enough corroborating witnesses to place the scuffle in The Flats within a ten to twenty minute period. Now it was time to place that back against the forensic evidence he'd collected at the scene.
((for flewtoohigh))
His gauntlets have never not provided enough padding. Of course, usually he isn't spending an entire night interrogating every bum and two bit hood in The Flats. He didn't think he was hitting them to hard, although, on reflection, some of them bled more than is customary.
Is he upset?
The past month flashes by in his head. Dead bodies and funerals for friends and loved ones; Himself with a gun and Kon's heat vision taking Slade's arm. And now Spiderman and Freya, who he failed and Lee... Linda... Supergirl, who he's pretty sure he'll fail. He isn't sure what she wants from him, but he doesn't think he has it. He doesn't feel like he has anything for anyone, he's just hollow inside. Seeing Bruce, happy and flirting doesn't help.
He notices the way his hands are shaking, just thinking about it. He enjoyed tonight, enjoyed it like he hasn't enjoyed patrol in a while. He'll add more padding to the gauntlets.
And tonight proved to be fruitful, enough corroborating witnesses to place the scuffle in The Flats within a ten to twenty minute period. Now it was time to place that back against the forensic evidence he'd collected at the scene.
((for flewtoohigh))