► park

@⋫ oswald cobblepot To say Jon was a little lost to the world was an understatement, his steps becoming lighter and lighter to the point of floating barely above the pavement. He wasn't sure where his head was or what was happening in his mind, what caused it - maybe it was that he was never the same after returning home. The young alien took his usual path that lead through one of the parks of Gotham, mindlessly heading towards the one place he felt he could relax.. even if it meant crawling through a window. He was oblivious to anyone else out or anything around him, almost as if his senses were entirely cut off.

@⋫ jonathan kent Oswald burrowed out of his car, fixing the top hat on his head as beady eyes squinted into the night sky to adjust to the darkness clouding around him. This was the place. He had no doubt about it as he leaned against his umbrella for support and hobbled over to a bench to sit down. Now all he had to do was wait, sitting in silence with his hand buried into his pocket, clutching the kryptonite pendent in hand.