~Danny POV~

It's been three days since I ran off.

Don't know if I regret it or not.

Due to my absence at work, I no longer have a job. Although it is slightly because of them...

On the upside I found some cocaine and weed. Well, found so much as stole a shipment or two along with a bit of food from some villains or something. 

Hey! Don't give me that disappointed look! If anything, you could say I stopped them from selling the drugs to others.

Anyway, I gotta find out how to pay my rent now 'cause, ya'know, I lost my job and rents due by Friday, or three days from now...

I sighed and took a look at my third stolen phone because people keep turning them off and I need a phone I can call on. 

The large white numbers read off sixteen twelve...

Good ol' military time, eh? 

The lock screen is a picture of some chili and bread for some reason. I would change it, but why should I? 

Right now I'm taking a walk through a park on the outskirts of Gotham, getting away from people. Easier to do meth with the meth addicts rather then the people who actually care. 

It's an okay park, fair amount of trees around, couple of benches here and there, and a medium sized pound in the middle. 

Although there a heck of a lot of trash in it.

The reason I'm all the out here is because earlier Dick's boyfriend, Wally, I think it was, saw me and thought I was him. I didn't want to chance Wally telling Dick and his brothers where I was so I booked it as quick as I could. 

I puffed out my cheeks as I approached the pond. You can see the plastic bags and soda pop cans floating in the water. There's a few people scattering the area, although most of them are drunk or getting there.

In total, there's fourteen people, half of which look between fifteen and twenty three. The other half looks like their well into their late forties and older. 

I walked over to a spot away from some people and under a tree. I'm about ten-ish feet away from the brown water. I sat down and lean against the trees slightly damp, yet warm, bark. 

I pulled out one of many plastic bags with the wonderful white substance I found, and opened it up. 

Before I could do anything, a boy with ratty brown hair down to his shoulders plopped down next to me. 

"How much for some of that?" He asked.

"Not for sale." I growled, about to stand up. 

"Come on, dude! Hey I'll give ya eighty for two grams. Deal?" The male try to bargain.  

Well, I do need the money...

"Fine! How 'bout ninety! Come on man! My guys supply got taken and I need some. Help a brother out?" 

"Fine, but a hundred for two grams," I gave. I really needed the money but it doesn't feel right to do this...

"Yes!" The boy's fist punched the air before getting the money. I gave him two bags as they were separated by one gram in each bag. 

"Mind if I hang with you for a while? My buds ditched me earlier 'cause they had some shiz* to do or somethin'. So, how 'bout it? Promise I'm good company! Oh, yeah! The names Eddy, by the way." Eddy, I guess, cheered. 

"Sure, I guess. Don't have anything better to do anyway..." I mumbled, hopping this guy wasn't going to be some creep. 

"How old are you anyway?" Eddy asked, giving me a side glance.

"What's it to you?" I responded, scooting over slightly.

"Just curious. I'm nineteen, by the way." He said before he took a snort.

I just hummed in response. 

Hey guys! I'm not late! Also writers block is worse than being hit by a scooter... Question time! Z Nation or Walking Dead? I, personally, am liking Z Nation a lot more and just got down binge watching it a couple days ago. I'm also thing of making a book, or multiple short stories, to practice my french. What do y'all think? And if I do do that, there will probably not be an update to often since this book and my other, 'Rin's Fate', are my two main ones right now. Please tell me what you guys want to happen so I can have an idea about what to write about! Until next time, bye!

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