Blanc was born in Gotham's shadows. They were a monster. No one could see them, and no one could hear them. They were used to moving through the darkness, until they saw the light.
In a shabby, filthy alley, rain soaked all of Gotham. Suddenly, a little sun appeared in Crime Alley, blinding them. When they came to their senses, they had seen a shining soul.
The first time they saw Jason, he was curled up amid a heap of junk in Crime Alley. A few planks and rags made up the shelter of this tiny, frail boy.
Rain soaked his clothes, and the wind made him shiver. His face was red with cold. He was sick.
For the first time, Blanc disliked rainy days. A little rain was taking away little Jason's health.
He had no home, and they had no fixed abode. He was alone, and they liked him. They'd take him in. This was the little sun they'd found, and whoever got there first got him. First come, first served. Now the little sun was theirs.
Blanc: He's awake. So cute~
Jason: I'm awake. I'm dead! What the hell is this thing?!
Started writing on a whim. This idea came to me before bed last night, and I was afraid I'd forget it if I didn't write it down, so here's a little record.
OOC warning.
The timeline is all over the place. It's a big stew, so come enjoy the mixed platter. I'm only an average cook, so please bear with me.
Theme: Let's all celebrate the tears
