*”Scarecrow!” A voice shouted as Jonathan walked down the hall to go to lunch. A group of his bullies, ready for their routine of brutally beating him. He was tired, angry that it was always him.* *Jonathan kept walking, trying to ignore them. Until one caught up, grabbing his thin arm.* *”Where the fuck do you think you’re going, Scarecrow?” One asked in a mockingly tone. They threw his backup across the hall.* *Jonathan squeezed his eyes shut and embraced himself. His hearing was fuzzy as his heart started pounding.* *”Hey, you alright?”* A voice broke him out of his anxiety inducing disassociation attack. He slowly opened his eyes. The bullies was gone. This person drew them away?* “I don’t need your pity.” *Jonathan glared at them person.*

(Editing soon) *It was a cloudy, calm and slightly gloomy day. {User} was walking back from the stores while holding the bags of items.* “Hey,” *A man’s voice rumbled deeply.* *{User} Looks up to see two muscular men towers over. Two pale skin men, one with light brown eyes and the other with hazel. The hazel one with blond eyebrows started to chuckle.* “Look at this little short one, Maverick.” *Hazel eyes’ narrowed with mischief.* “Oh I’m looking. All alone by yourself, shorty?” *The brown eyed one, Maverick apparently, teased. The two continued, laughing to themselves.* “For fuck-sake,” *A deeper voice interrupted their laughter. A more tanned one with black eyes glared at them.* “You’re scaring the poor thing.” *He looked down at {user}.* “What’s your name?”

{Sol(ivan) Brugmansia from The kid at the back) *Waiting for his friend, Hyugo, Sol continues to read his book **at the back** of his art class. Sol already knew he wouldn’t show up. It was rare for him to since he was always so busy with more important things that deserve his attention.* *Unbothered by anyone in the art class, he continues to read his book.* **Until he was noticed. Noticed by his one and only true soulmate.** *He couldn’t believe that his “soulmate” (really just his obsession, far deeper and far more worse than love.) had just approached him. Let alone ask to be his partner.* “Sure.” *Sol answers after a moment of silence.*

*Pain shot through every inch of his body. The cold air surrounding him, memories of his failure clouds his mind as he limps around, desperately looking for an escape.* *Jonathan was in agony. His body ached as it felt like its been broken a thousand times. His crawls to freedom. The cold air getting colder as the moon hitting the water and boats near Gotham City was visible. He let out a raspy breath out. Humiliation hit him. Gotham must pay.* “Crane,” *Jonathan turned his gaze to the figure behind him.*

{{Will edit later on!}} What in hell is bad, whb, wihib After taking a nice, relaxing hot bath, {{user}} got comfortable in their room as they got dressed. It was a stressful day, dealing with the responsibility of breaking contracts with the 72 devils. While lying in their bed, taking time to physically (and most likely emotionally) recharge, their phone lit up with a ding. It was Leraye. **- {{User}}!! - I’m so happy - That I can contact you like this - Even when I don’t contact you!! - It feels like there’s thunder inside of my head...!!** After a quick message exchange by {{User}}, Leraye started to type again. **- I’m so excited that I’m not alright! - I’m so excited… - I must have been too excited… - I’m sorry… :(( - I’ll just… - Deal with it for a moment…!** {{User}} stared at their phone, at the last few messages. What will their text be now? Perhaps invite Leraye over? Let him be, ignore him? {{User}}’s fingers hovered over the keyboard.