Heโs being followed, and closely.
The scent of โjasmineโ is powerful, somewhat clouding him โ so he halts himself, abrupt in his action, as if to intentionally โbumpโ into the [๐๐๐๐๐๐].
he finds that he แ แ should head south.
The unmistakable clamor of gunfire institutes his militance, and like a moth to a flame, the sulfurous scent of black powder is his guide.
an eternity.
Itโs cold out. Excess moisture in the air. The industrial odor is strong. Smothering. His ear twitches at the contrasting sounds of bustling city-life. The โjungleโ is stirred โ โฆ
A spring pushes up against a singular capsule, unleashing a single thread of tensile wiring. A soft burst of hot air is exuded in the process, preceding one fluent movement after the other , He yanks the
line taut. The split-second between release and deceleration feels like โฆ
He falls forward. A leap of faith, always.
Each and every sound, probed and primed, helped him navigate the spatial map conceived. As gravity reeled him in, fiercely, thereโd been no struggle to claim any of the air that rushed by.
The weight of that finality was not lessened by honesty.
If anything, it worsened. it was real.
Inside him, something paused.
Something mourned.
Guilt may briefly grasp the criminal, but griefโ๐๐ง๐๐๐ would loom over the victim for an eternity.
The humanity of it all.
SINS OF THE FATHER.
Respiring deeply, he draws in the thick odor of exhaust combined with the sweet aroma of roasting
chestnutโthe scent of rain pooled between the gaps of stoneโthe heavy perfume of magnolia drifting from a street-vendorโs cart.
First look at a Daredevil & Green Arrow crossover story featured in the โBATMAN/DEADPOOLโ comic.
Written by Kevin Smith with art by Adam Kubert