[sub][color=white]exit.[/color][code]052326.20:39[/code] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=st74boNsmEs][color=gray]♫[/color][/url][/sub]
[table][row][cell][justify][sup][color=888888]work in progress[/color][/sup][/justify][/cell][cell][color=2e2c2c]_________________________________________________________________________________[/color][/cell][/row][/table]

[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][right][sup][sub][color=888888]I've been informed this is not the actual title. Big sad.[/color][/sub][/sup]
[h1][/h1][/right][img]https://i.imgur.com/ZGJe5UH.png[/img]
[center][color=gray]༺ [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrqywuDWz_Q][color=gray][sub]♫[/sub][/color][/url] ༻[/color][/center][justify][sub][color=888888]It lingered on her lips long after. Longer than the purple-black kiss of the bruise across her ribs. Longer than any Gotham night. And when she closed her eyes, she could still feel the shape of it. Swear on every curve and contour with pursed lips.

Heat flushed her cheeks again.

Barbara turned slowly to the mirror across the room, regrettably, as if doing so was robbing her of the memory, and eyed the photo strip wedged into the frame. She wondered quietly to herself if every kiss was supposed to feel that way. If they lingered the way this one did. But her memory was a void. Eclipsed now for who knew how long by the taste of that bittersweet perfume steeped in cool Gotham air. Sweet and ice and soft and warm all at the same time. All at odds with each other, dancing on her tongue and under her nose. How much time had she spent in that moment? How much longer would she spend dwelling on it?

How much time had she lost? Her eyes snapped to the digital clock on the desk.

[i]Way off schedule.[/i][/color][/sub][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]