Blurred Lines.

welcome to gotham, jason

The night was uneventful. Honestly, it was. I spent half the night in the city, watching as very little people were out in the streets. It's like this town knew that only dangerous and dumb people got out in the night. It's like they knew someone was watching waiting for something to happen. 

The fact that this place was so uneventful was what drew me here to start. I wanted to be somewhere that I could relax when I wanted too. I wanted to be somewhere far away from Gotham that would let me breathe sometimes, but I guess if I were going to be honest with myself and to anyone else who asked me, it was getting quite boring. 

Other than the occasional jerk who tries to be the main bad dude, there's rarely nothing that happens here. My heart longed for something a little more exciting, but my head said to keep it simple. Being simple kept people alive. I think that's why I threw myself into the mystery of Agatha so much. It occupied my mind. It occupied a lot for me. 

There wasn't blank spaces in the day that my mind could freely roam and end up in the dark places that I had worked so hard to forget. There wasn't times when I was afraid of how dark my mind had went. Having something to obsess over was good for me It was good for us all. I knew it was good. 

I got on the trusty internet and googled somethings. I got some facts that I didn't know from Bruce and I doubted that even he thought about the good old internet. 

One, Agatha's parents used to be the elite back in the day. They were very rich and very powerful. 

Two, Agatha had a sibling, but something happened to them. It was never said, but Agatha wasn't present for the funeral. 

Three, after her siblings death, that's when things got weird. Agatha was present, but she never seemed to be. Seeing pictures of her, she looked more haunted than she did anything. In fact, several opinion articles in the Gotham Times said that the youngest of the Brown children was struggling the hardest with the loss of the eldest. They had said that if the youngest didn't receive the help they needed then she would never get better. The author then used that point to talk about how Gotham's psychologist were poor considering the rest of the countries. 

This family was just about as well documented as the Wayne family. Did Bruce not know who these people were or did he just not tell me the whole truth? I'm sure he had a reason to keep the little things from me, but it was important to me to know the whole story. But then again, Bruce wasn't exactly known to hang out with the people who shared his wealth status. 

Which brought me to the next set of questions. If the Brown's had so much money and they were able to live the high life, why was he a hired help now? Shouldn't he be the one doing the hiring? And since he's such a high profile, why did they never consider the fact that Agatha wasn't actually dead and that body was just a coincidence? Did they not consider that? 

My hand reached for my phone, but I knew Bruce wouldn't tell me anything more than he already did. I was frustrated at him. More than that though, I was frustrated at myself because how could I have been so blind to not realize that there was someone hiding or being kept in that factory? 

I knew then in that moment, that I needed to leave for Gotham. I needed to get on my bike and make a trip to Gotham. It was only two hours away after all. I could be there, watch the family, speak with Bruce (if I had too), and be back here before tomorrow night and no one would have even known I was gone. 

But leaving Agatha along bothered me. I related to what she was saying. She was lost and there was no relief in sight. I felt that deep inside my soul. I knew what she was feeling and I knew the only way that she was going to survive this was if she learned to fight back against that emptiness that dwells inside her.