•too good at goodbyes•

jack was beginning to gain sanity again, and he hated it. being the one person who knew what true emotional pain was, laughing and crying while hanging from a building wasn't the sanest thing, but being held by the greatest bully he knew all too well- he couldnt thank any more than already done.

so as he stared up into bruces eyes, not knowing the man behind the mask, there was a comfort even in his stone cold voice that was threatning even by itself.