Re: Jake R/Jack C: Gotham city quick-log
[Jake thought about it. His mind wasn't gripping real tight to anything much, except the painful way his heart thudded against his ribs like it was hollering to get out. He stopped, boots dragging and he considered it, his face narrow and pale and focused right over his shoulder.
The shadow waited just out of reach. Jake didn't know a lot about his momma, nothing that couldn't be gleaned from photographs and when his grandpa got too drunk at Christmas once, but he figured maybe that was like her. Waiting on him.]
Do I have to? [His teeth were chattering like he had ice on his tongue.]