"It's a city," Jonathan answered, still distracted and stunned by what he saw. "It's...where I live." Nothing in Gotham, not in its outskirts or in the richer parts of the metropolitan area, ever looked quite soo alive. Even in the daytime, the city was dark and gloomy and...dead. It felt like looking out into a faerie tale. Pictures, not even the illustrated ones in the books his mother used to buy him, could never do justice to the real thing. His apprehension, his fear (if he had to admit it) began to give way to awe. For the first time in years, he wanted to believe in magic again.
His steps away from the window were careful, but he found himself colliding with and falling over the arm of one of Shawn's untested stuffed chairs. He sat up quickly and turned himself around to sit in it properly. A quick brush-off, shoulders back, and arms crossed, he made a full recovery, although his cheeks were still a little pink. Maybe the other boy was too taken by the scenery to notice. "It doesn't make sense," he insisted, scowling now at himself. Maybe Griggs had caught up to him. Maybe this was all just a dream, while he was knocked unconscious. Or maybe it was something worse. He thought of his mother and the trouble she had, dreaming while she was awake. The books in his father's office had yet to tell him whether or not he could catch that from her.