This is fine...
This is really fine..
maybe not fine fine, but it's better than nothing. He took a deep breath.
His eyes never left the mirror. He can't recognize himself. He couldn't believe it. Icy-blue with grey undertones looked back at him. His tiny delicate hands made it's way towards his face. Slow and filled hesitation.
Hesitate touches, feeling the soft smooth baby skin. His small pointy nose, his small thin lips. Too thin. Silky black hair.
His mind filled with thoughts, he could barely keep up.
Alive yet Wrong
Wrong
Wrong
This isn't her face, not anymore.
He froze, unable to look away. This is him now. For a real moment, He couldn't breathe.
"Timothy dear? "
A woman's is voice brought him back to reality. Wavy chestnut hair that kissed her shoulders. She had a shiny foundation. Light mascara and red lipstick. Cat like eyes looked at him.
Her red lips moved again, "i see you've finally discovered your reflection." Timothy opened his mouth to speak, to say something, anything. The words died in his throat.
"Now, now. Dear. As much as I love your recant discovery." Her long perfectly Manicured nails lead him away from the mirror, he didn't stop her.
"I'm going to be late for the event." She continued, opening her vanity drawer, observing verity of accessories. "i hired a caretaker for you." She put on her earrings, Long and elegant. She looks into the mirror. Observing herself.
"be a dear, Timothy and don't cause any trouble, once I'm home you can tell me about all the exciting adventures you two had." she kisses his cheek, red lip stain on his smooth face. "be careful dearest. I love you most." His mother left him in a cold luxurious room.
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Timothy didn't know how to feel about his situation. His hands still shaking, he didn't leave his mother room.
He took a deep breath.
'calm down ' he ordered his body, he must figure out what is going on. And it seems the cold lonely luxurious mansion held the answer.
'God above, this mansion is a maze'
He looked at the same gest room, the inside screams extremely well off family. With a sigh, he wondered off the front door. Waiting for his caretaker. ' maybe he can trick them into exploring his maze of a house.'
He waited.
And waited,
And waited more.
He started to feel hungry and his caretaker didn't show up!
Talk about a waste of time.
His tiny feet wondered to the luxurious kitchen. He dragged a chair and stood on it,' cure this tiny body ' he opened the fridge to see an organized by color food. He can't use the stove, thus he settled with fruits, cheese and cold bread. It isn't the best but it will do.
After he cleaned his mess, he slept on the couch of the living room.
The sound of gunshot woke him up,
he looked around, terrified until Timothy's eyes gazed at the big TV.
right.. He was watching the TV before he slept. 'Now that I think about it, where is the caretaker? Whatever, being alone is his strongest suit.'
At least that's what Timothy tells himself.
He needs information about this place and the world. He borrowed a book and started to brainstorming everything he knows. He hold the pen awkwardly as he wrote.
He was interrupted by the TV again, he really should turn it off.
That's when he realizes...
Gotham news..
Gotham?
Fucking Gotham of all places!
Of all the fucked up Fictional places there is.
His life is over before it even begins!
Dose batman knows about him? He shivers.
Is he going to jail? This is basically identity theft, right?
Or worse..
' Timothy, don't dwell on it! You got this, it's not like one wrong move and your life is over..'
He can do this.
Timothy can do this,
No pressure.
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Writer's Note:
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