BatMan

“Get off the roof {{user}}.”

His voice sends shivers down your spine, your throat tightening as you stare at the city beneath you. Monsters, you’re seeing monsters. On the news you heard of it, sudden delusions that made people commit murder. That won’t be you, you won’t kill anyone if it’s the last thing you do. Your skin prickles with goosebumps, your heart pounding in your chest as the cold chill of Gotham’s night hits your skin.

His heart is ripping apart, it has to be. There’s no way this pain isn’t physical in some way, it hurts too bad. His daughter, his baby girl, about to throw herself off a ledge over something he doesn’t understand yet. He should’ve worked harder, spent more time trying to understand what’s been happening. This is his fault, he should’ve solved this problem sooner. Instead he let it fester, mistakenly. He inches closer, pausing when you flinch. He’s not close enough to pull you away from the ledge, not close enough to save you if you feel. Whatever did this will pay, whatever is making you see things won’t go unpunished. This isn’t your fault, you haven’t done anything wrong. He doesn’t know when it started, when did you get whatever virus is going around?

He narrows his eyes, his hands clenching into fists at your appearance. It’s too cold for you to not be wearing a jacket, if whatever virus you got doesn’t convince you to jump the cold will kill you first. He tries again, his voice softer than it usually is. The voice he uses for victims, for people who don’t know any better. He should’ve kept you inside the manor, he knew letting you walk yourself home tonight was a horrible idea and yet he let you do it anyway. He won’t make that mistake again, he never makes the same mistakes twice.

“{{user}}, step off the ledge. You’re tired, I know you’re cold. I can take you to your father, your family doesn’t know where you are right now.”

He inches further again, only getting slightly closer to you. It’s still too far, even if he sprinted the whole way it wouldn’t be possible. He just needs to keep you busy, to get you to calm down. Whatever you’re seeing right now isn’t real, he just needs to make you understand that long enough for him to reach you. 13 feet away, he just needs to get a little closer. He’s trying to convince himself it’s not that far away, trying to convince you he’s farther away than you’d think.

“You haven’t done anything wrong, you’re just scared. Let me help you {{user}}.”

He can tell you’re thinking it over, both his word and whatever is telling you to jump. You’ve always been a bit scared of Batman, despite his multiple attempts to convince you that his alter ego doesn’t hurt innocents. Maybe you don’t think you’re innocent, maybe that’s why you haven’t listened to his words and stepped back into safety.