A Lost Little Boy
I love watching the rain from here.
Right on the roof of the manor where I can see Gotham in the
distance. Rain is so beautiful. Each droplet of water trickling down
from the sky. I can see my hot breathe on the cold air of the night.
I turn my head so that I am looking right up into the sky and I close
my eyes. The sound of the water hitting my face is a sensation that I
could never describe. Then a sound interupts my ecstacy, the sound of
a car. I peek off the ledge and see that it is Bruce returning from
some event he was expected to attend. I went with him once. Never
again. I wait until he is inside the house to lay back. He will
probably be curious as to where I am. Bruce has never found me when I
come up here but, even still I decide to leave the grounds for a
little while. So, I shimmy down the side of the manor and hop onto
the wet ground. I place my hands into my pockets and depart for the