٠࣪⭑ —— 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑.

Dinner had been excellent for a first time making a Thanksgiving meal..

Although I spent my holiday with me, myself, and I..I was thankful that I could spend it as Jack at all...

My first Thanksgiving as Jack as opposed to.. him.

While I'm spending the holiday alone, I think I did perfect my turkey recipe.

I heard there was a party tonight, not that I was invited but it did inspire me to make a new batch of spooky treats.

I'm rather perplexed but I'll take it.

I don't know these people, but I do appreciate the nice words.

It's not a -- commom occurence.

A deep breath taken, his daily dose of medication swallowed down — that bitter taste left to linger in the back of his throat.

"Alright, Jack -- Let's not waste time feeling sorry for ourselves. Can't dwell on the past..We'll keep moving ahead! Baby steps now! Baby steps!"

He's reminiscing of his time back with Bruce ... That last night together that just felt so easy when they weren't caught up in the reality of it all.

A new day goes by & yet the ache in his heart is as strong as ever..

Calling him would go against what was right & yet it beckons...

I wish I could hear from him..

I miss him...

<— Still cries over him

<— managed to get a run down one bedroom apartment

-𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙣."

Joker may be at rest.. but I'll always be crazy about you..

[ His face settled in Bruce's hold, brushing his cheek against his palm to soak in the affection for as long as it'd last.

& How it wish it were forever.. ]

You're making it impossible to let you go.. when you're everything I could ever want. ++

[ The compliment came as a surpise, stunning the man to a silence as his eyes met with Bruce's own. His heart aflutter where pink dusted over his complexion — Jack was smitten, if not wrongfully so. ]

Here I am attempting to release myself from you and you go and say a thing like that.... ++

I'm sorry....

[ For what? There were to many things to apologize for, too many things that lingered in his mind.

& perhaps this time he were sorry for the way he'd have to yet again hurt Bruce come the rise of the morning sun.. ]

[ Fingertips ghost over his cheek, & his kiss deepened — growing charged in a last ditch effort to savor what moments between them remain before time was up.

Time he wished he could stop. ]

I'm sorry...

[ Hushed apologies uttered against his lips where he'd prolong their affections. ] ++

[ The addictive warmth & sweetness of his kiss made it impossible to imagine the morning to follow where he'd have to tear himself away. To leave this man whom his body, mind. & soul cried out for in agonizing need for his love. The grace of just a moment of his time or fleeting touch. ]

Bruce.. +

He's so little.. Was I really his enemy when he was so young?