He sat at the computer.
Thinking, he rubbed his knuckles against his jawline.
A habit that formed within the last few weeks.
A wound was scabbing over.
He brushed his knuckles over the rough jagged wound, slowly, blindly,
over and over.
He couldn't feel his knuckles on his skin under the wound,
But he could feel the wound under the back of his fingers.
It was almost soothing.
But he would rather it heal than stay.
So he resisted the urge to scratch it off.
Instead, he blindly felt the inconvenience under his fingers
And chose to be comforted.
YOU ARE READING
Bat-Boy one shots (I dont own the pictures or characters just the stories)
Fanfictiondistriptions and poetry of Gotham and different aspects of our favorite bird boys and short stories. <3 This is my first watpad story..thing.. so let me know if you like it AND if you have any ideas for me to write about. SOME OF THEM ARE SHORT
