@suburbanrelapse | sc.

He moves slower these days. What else can you really expect when you’re recovering from three bullets to the chest? It’s harder to move, harder to breathe, just... harder. Still, Rin manages to find the grimiest bar in Gotham in a place so affectionately referred to as The Narrows. It’s quiet, mostly, and no one looks at him twice.

Ordering a whiskey, Severin runs a hand over his face and leans against the bar, hoping the guy with the offer of Valium and Percocet actually manages to show up. When he gets his drink, Rin tries his damndest to be careful with it, his hands trembling as they are, and still manages to spill it partially in the lap of the person sitting next to him. “Shit. M’sorry.”