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“No, you’ve got to—here.” Gently, Ray nudges Jackson out of the way and stares down at the dismantled engine. “This goes here. Not there.” He points at the pieces he’s talking about and then glances at Jackson. “If you put that there,” he points again, this time to what Jackson is doing, “it’ll blow up.” And being blown up isn’t really something that Ray wants. Sometimes he thinks he should want to be dead, but he doesn’t. It’s weird. He’s gotten used to it, but he still thinks it’s weird. “And don’t put too much gas in her, either. Or else she’ll blow up.” He doesn’t really want to lose his boat. She was a gift from his mom before she died, and Ray doesn’t think he could stomach losing her. “Ok?”
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@librarywent asked why’d you kill your mother, jerome? from bruce
He stares at Bruce for a long moment before he finally breaks the silence with a loud cackle. “Since when do you care about why?” He didn’t think Bruce Wayne was the type to care about why criminals were committing crimes. He thought Bruce was the type to want to lock them up as fast as possible. Apparently, he’d thought wrong. “I killed her cause she was a bitch.” He doesn’t owe Bruce the truth, but he gives him a tiny portion of it anyway. “And cause she didn’t like my jokes.”
Art doesn’t know what to do. He feels empty. He’s used to feeling empty, especially lately, but he feels even emptier than normal. The bag slung over his shoulder is a welcome weight, but it’s also a reminder of everything that happened down on the court. He wants to burn the bag and smash his racket to bits. He can’t do either. He still has the US Open. Somehow he has enough points to qualify for it. He wishes he didn’t. He wishes he could’ve walked off the court and been done with tennis forever.
“Yeah.” His voice is hollow. He doesn’t know if Archie will pick up on it, but he doesn’t feel like trying to pretend he’s fine. He should, but he can’t bring himself to. “It was something.” It ruined Art’s life. Granted, his life was already ruined, but this match decided to ruin it even more. He’s never hated something, never hated someone, as much as he does in this moment. “You gonna stick around or are you getting out of here?” He won’t blame Archie if he’s leaving. He wishes he could leave.
@notefinal Art send : 027, an empty sports stadium. for Archie
THE FANFARE OF THE DAY HAS LONG SINCE DEPARTED leaving the stadium a ghost still vibrating with the remains of the shouts from the thousands of voices cheering in unison. Humanity has bled into the cheap plastic of the seats ; soiled the ground like hot dog wrappers and empty cups discarded by idle hands. TANGIBLE PROOF THAT SOMETHING HAPPENED. Something solid to reach out to and understand that they had all been here. Archie does not feel like that ⎯⎯⎯⎯ he was the ghost watching from the sidelines. Hell, he can barely recall what sport was being played. The roar of the crowd was enough to have him sink into himself like a lifeless body sinks into the ocean.
❝ It must have been a good game. ❞ Actor stands on the mark next to his could-be-friend. They move in the same circles, dance with the same politeness around the same ghosts. BURDENS ARE SHARED even when neither of them really talks about it. ❝ Not that I know what classifies a game as good, but it felt like the other people watching were having fun. ❞ He had been on his phone doom-scrolling for over half of it.
@librarywent asked can you get to the point? from bruce for jerome
“No.” He can’t help his grin when he says it. “Bruce, someone has to teach you the value of a good story, and I think it’s only fitting that I’m the one to do it.” He gets up and settles himself next to Bruce, still grinning at him. “I doubt Jeeves is any good at telling stories. I mean, come on. When’s the last time you heard a good story?” He’s getting farther and farther from the point the more he talks, which is good. He wants to see how much he can ramble before Bruce figures it out.
