Jizzman (batman x jesus)

🎀✨Chapter 2: A Glimpse of Light⭐️🎀

For a few days after that meeting, I couldn't get the guy out of my head. He was like a ghost—a shadow that haunted me in a good way. His words kept echoing around my mind. Even shadows have light.

At school, things were the same. Kids talked too loud, friends huddled together, and I was the quiet one in the back row. Teachers barely noticed if I was there or not, and I didn't really mind. But now, there was something different. Every time I drifted into my own world, I'd hear that stranger's voice: calm, steady, like he actually believed in me.

That night, I decided I'd take to the streets again, but I couldn't shake the feeling that this time, something would be different. I pulled on my hoodie and slid out the back door, stepping into the cold air. My breath fogged up in front of me, and I tugged my hood down, glancing at the shadows that stretched across the empty sidewalks. I was no longer Wayne out here. I was Batt Man—a watcher, a protector... a shadow in the night.

As Batt Man, I could be fearless, someone who didn't care what people thought, who didn't worry about fitting in or being left out. I wandered through the alleys, my footsteps soft against the concrete, ears tuned for any sound out of place.

After a while, I noticed a small, flickering light near an abandoned building on 8th Street. Crouching behind a trash can, I watched as a few people huddled around the flames of a trash can fire, laughing and talking in low voices. They were older than me, maybe early twenties, rough-looking with faces that seemed worn out by the world. They passed a bottle around, laughing too loud, their voices echoing in the quiet street.

As I watched, something in me stirred. These people, these shadows—they were like me, stuck in the night, looking for something they couldn't quite reach. I wanted to walk away, to pretend I hadn't seen them. But then I remembered what the stranger had said: Sometimes, people need someone to help them carry the burden.

I took a deep breath, stepping forward just enough to let the edge of my hood catch the light. One of the guys spotted me, his eyes narrowing as he took a swig from the bottle. "Hey, kid! You lost or something?"

I held my ground, even though my heart was racing. "Just passing by," I said, my voice steady. "I know what it's like to be out here."

They stared at me, and for a second, I thought they might start laughing. But instead, the guy just nodded, a strange understanding passing between us. "You a nightwalker too, huh?" he muttered, his gaze shifting to the shadows around us. "The night has a way of talking to you, doesn't it?"

I didn't know what he meant exactly, but I nodded. "Yeah. It does."

They didn't ask me to join them, and I didn't move closer. But in that moment, something shifted. I wasn't just a kid on the outside looking in; I was part of the night, like them.

Hours later, I was still wandering the streets, the conversations from the night swirling around in my head. It was past midnight, and I was about to head home when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned, expecting to see one of the guys from earlier, but it was him—the stranger from before. He moved like he'd been waiting for me, his footsteps light but certain.

"Wayne," he said softly, and it was like he knew me, really knew me, even though I'd never told him my name.

"Hey..." I started, not sure what else to say. "You... you showed up again."

He nodded, hands folded, a calm smile on his face. "I told you I'd be here whenever you needed the light, didn't I?"

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I don't need saving, you know. I'm Batt Man. I'm the one who watches over the streets."