A Ride To Others

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A road came upon them. A damned truckload filled with unnerving people, for once he had to let people in. He preferred a much lonelier day, one with no one to draw his face from the magnifying glass. No matter how close he knew what he stared at was tiny and insignificant without his eye to lay itself on them, before letting the sun burn them.

"So how's your day going?" She asked as they both climbed in the truck.

"How it goes and ends up? Or how it is? Both fucked up, and a pain to live in." Jason Todd.

"You've spoken more than you ever have, to me, with just a sentence. And its off, we can stay silent the rest of the road." Selina Kyle resting her head on the dashboard.

It had never occurred to Jason how pieces of you wear down as you give a shard with each bullet, you reflecting life in the hands of your enemy, as they're you in the mirror, a fucked up man meets fucked up people.Selina was no different.

"You've played other people and left others in silence. Have I been and I just don't have my eyes on you to see you've already left a long time ago, your quiet self the only thing standing?" Jason Todd said holding a cigarette on his tongue, slowly letting it perch up then drop low.  The venom in him did well in killing zombies, but also his mood. Sleep at night was taken for granted, his body was already shutting the door to any greetings of hospitality.

"No I just don't prefer negativity. There's already enough of it. I wouldn't ask for more. Your conversation stole any chance of that happening the second it did. How're you on venom?" Selina said.

Jason looked out the side. He smoked his cigarette.

"Do you want a bad joke of how I'm doing? Or the truth?" Jason saying more than he did in a whole week. Usually he spoke to his men with hand signals. He knew their time was running thin, across a desert that swallowed their time whole, making them scavenge across it, filling the sand with more of theirs.

Selina loved it when a man seemed invincible. Jason was mind boggling. He sounded dead from the veins that only pumped blood rather than humanity, probably pumping the bare essentials of what it took to be human. His voice was dreadful, and he seemed to be invincible. To look in closer, she'd be interested to see a man who was human rather than dead recently. Reminding herself of Batman but in a more believable personality, as if he were a serious talk you'd handle with a curious eye, and not some robotic serious personality.

"Why not both?" Selina asked. Her head slipping

Jason begrudgingly throwing out his cigarette. He lit a new one, his hands leaving the hand off the truck. She of course found this to be a rather lackluster sleight of hand performance. Why take the risks? Leaving a hand to be clawed at, as well as his hands departing from the wheel. Jason felt as though he could let her in, but in his own way he felt comfortable with.  As well as hers.

Selina took her eyes off the road. She stared at him hoping he didn't notice, so she could take it all in. He had this very gothic like appearance. One Bruce didn't hold as a person, he was quiet but he was also more nonchalant, Jason was more gravelly and harder on his words just speaking naturally. It took him several seconds then he replied.

"I feel like I just need more every minute I spend distancing myself from my old self. Ssst Phew. I just feel like I'm counting the hours on the clock, by the second. I try my best not to kill the guys inside the truck. We had the accident, and it didn't feel like one. Just something to push me further as I put the gun in his mouth. I have something eating away at me honestly, and I hold it all in hoping I won't fall apart physically or mentally, Ssst phew. but I've already fallen in the inside. Everything can harbor the worst from you, you just don't realize that a steroid could leave you numb with a cold way. Like people running away from you as if your eyes gliding from them or to them, or away in petulant disappointment, was the wind coming and going." Jason tapping the dashboard slowly then ceasing it.

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