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that they are. expectation that became a weight on lara's shoulders to carry without her own consent. she could lose herself in the compromises she made and the intricacies of her public image, much of the latter was out of her own control, marionetted into british aristocracy because she was supposed to. lara's ever grateful for roth and jonah, for her own father, for who she is now, a person that carved her way out of the carnage of fraudulent constructs, and she still continues to drag herself away and shape herself in an image she could face in a mirror. to carve out a new pedestal into the stone of tradition and create a new foundation for the legacy she's supposed to represent, and not lose herself in the process, although she suspects much of her is already lost, and she keeps what's left close to her chest away from the prying eyes and the expectations.
lara's shoulders fall as she laughs, pushing down on her bones to press a little airy sound past her lips and her eyes roll along the ceiling's fixtures, before she turns to bruce and sweeps the fallen strand of her out of her eyes, ā a first for us ... it's good thing i'm fond of taking risks then. ā she waves a hand around the study, along the displayed artifacts and arsenal mounted on the wall from her travels. her features sober up slowly as they return to the ' terms of their arrangement ' , eyes creasing at the inner corners as a faint squint passes her features, her lids narrow, then relax as he lands on the very same word she'd conjured up herself. ā right, of course, it can't seem too rehearsed. ā lara points out as she clasps her hands together tightly and presses them to her knee, nearly frowning at how unnatural the sentence she just spoke sounded. it was certainly not how she wanted to refer to well, this. she recoils at her internal perceptions. she's usually better with words than this.
as he leans forward she mirrors him by sitting closer to the edge of her seat, moving her forearms to lay upon the length of her thighs as her hands hang off her knees, folded almost protectively upon herself. his body reverberates in nerves she could sense just from sitting across from, just as she found herself smiling when did, she's now literally and figuratively at the edge of her seat, not as open as she expects to be. ā oh. ā lara pushes off her knees as her hand releases the other to clasp the back of her neck, gaze averts for a moment as she considers his ask, he didn't really ask , not yet anyways.
her fingers still along her nape as he goes on, and lara's anticipation melts into ripples across the surface. she's visibly altered by the request but does her best to quickly compose herself, ā you'd like to stay here. ā in the manor, lara repeats, just to make sure she's heard him correctly, and considers his request. she hardly leaves the study and when she does it's to hike or train. ā i don't mind, i just think you'll find i'm not that much of good company. i don't do much here besides work. ā she dispels the ripples with a little pebbles, thinking ahead for the week and the total upheave of her usual routine, and presses a smile on her lips as she rubs along the bones and digs a little with blunt nails, ā i don't mind. i think it's a good idea. i can have one of the rooms ready for you by the end of the day. ā a beat, she chews on her lower lip thoughtfully, ā i'd offer to come with you and help bring your luggage here but i usually come out here on my bike. i can have a car sent, though, if you'd like. ā and so it starts, the first bits of herself peek through the fold.
when she alludes that he'll likely be alone he nods , and another small smile pulls. understanding and acceptance settle upon features. blue eyes rounding as his brows raise. ' i'm used to moments spent by myself ... you don't need to adjust your schedule for me ' his fingers go to lift and comb through hair , brushing back some blonde strands that fall in face. ' i'd just need my luggage a few other needs ... nothing too complicated all my work can be done remotely '
the most he's doing is looking over prototypes - lucius has taken over the bulk of work , insisting that bruce continue to be the figurehead. in truth , lucius fears that this work would cause bruce to somehow retreat inwards once again. though this line of work so different from his nights spent on gotham streets. there's also another project in the works , one that's more from a personal vantage.
true that FOXARK did indeed provide the perfect cover for bruce's needs - though , the work done for the people of gotham was deemed the first priority.
' bike ? ' the words cause a lift in tonality , and cheeks round as his eyes soften ever so. his first passion , ' are you telling me you have a motorcycle ? ' adjusts self in seat ever so as he leans back , ' i should have brought my own '
we're more alike than i thought , though perhaps reading that file would have prepared me for that realization. there's parts of myself that i think about unveiling - at a later time. is it fair that i allow myself to think seriously about this? i've been alone for so long that i'm not quite sure how to let someone in. i can barely manage to attempt to have some semblance of a relationship with my brother. there's still so much damage that lives inside , and while i'm good at covering that up - i've lost who i am. there is no bruce wayne - it's easier to accept that. instead there are parts that are pulled from another life and strewn together.
there's the slight wavering of features , the eyes that then flicker the darkest blue as something else takes over. he falters for a few moments , footing lost. exhaustion evident as he works through the doubts and fears that have plagued him his whole lifetime. there's a struggle , a pressing of fingers to mouth as he fights his fears and the man he used to be. jaw clenches and he clears throat , instead choosing to accept the fears that have been brought to light. it's easier - or so he tells himself.
' the traveling ' bruce manages , ' i think i'm tired ' hands then running over face as he rubs eyes and temples ' i'm sorry ' the words somewhat rushed , an apology he's sure she's said before. ' amazing how long you can keep going ... sometimes you never realize just how tired you are '
ā so you had a bad day, thereās always tomorrow. ā
she knows better than to take a 'tomorrow' for granted.Ā Ā how could she?Ā it is a thing that has been promisedĀ && Ā taken too many times,Ā untrustworthy regardless of how it always seems to turn up in the end.Ā ( Ā she has the to mark the tomorrows she missed out on,Ā where bullet stole far too much time,Ā and maeve has never been a slow student.Ā )Ā Ā ā there's no point in waiting for tomorrow to fix things when there's still plenty of today left. ā
smile,Ā whilst small,Ā comes with easy warmth that only seems to harshly clash with the lines beneath large brown eyes.
it'll be fine.Ā she's survived plenty worse than days like this.Ā ā gotta cling onto that positivity, Ā @batfall. āĀ Ā there are plenty of days to come no matter what would be easiest,Ā and maeve has far too much work to get on with to allow herself to collapse every time a hurdle knocks the air from her lungs.Ā ā frown too much and you'll start matching the gotham smog. ā
a small smile is pulled , the slight coloring of cheeks as he nods ever so slightly. the reminder of said fog clearly seem upon windowpanes as the promise of rain isn't far off. ' perhaps , people sort of loose themselves in that smog ' time , there's never enough of it. he's finding that the hours seem like minutes as his work is never finished. in a few more hours whatever sunlight that peeks beneath clouds will go down , and gotham will be lit up with various neon signs.
' i take it as it comes ... positivity ' bruce clarifies ; tone generous in it's wording as humor gently accents. of course there a moments in which he finds that this mask that now sits is a necessary , and this is one of those moments. quite a feat to meld into whatever one wants from him , - he's getting better at knowing just how to comfort a person so.
while violence and cruelty ruled gotham there was of course a need for compassion , kindness - he digs deep to get there. it's exhausting as is everything he does. will there ever come a day when he can truly be who he wants to be ?
my eyes are rimmed with the slightest exhaustion , makeup covers the bruises that frame my jawline , and there's a cut to my chest that needs a change of bandaging. i change the subject , and distract myself from another life.
' how do you like the university ? ' since the flooding gotham university has remained operational ; remote learning becoming popular as the classrooms and lecture halls slowly open. ' it's been difficult , since the flood '

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rose chewed on her lip contemplatively, her mind running rampant with possibilities- she takes a sharp breath , closing her eyes to hone her focus into the weapon it was. she looked to bruce now , eyes hard and glittering with brilliance, ā lets start with what we know first , people have been disappearinā right? anā that donāt stand out too much āround here alone but, you think thereās somethinā else goinā on here- somethinā more than say two-face or joker. . . yeah? ā her voice trails off , she looks up and holds bruces gaze for a brief, intense second . ā in my experience when things start goin' a bit mental, aliens are involved, lucky for us, Iāve got a little somethinā to help us along. ā rose pulled a slim, leather thing from inside her jacket and flipped it open to @batfall . ā slightly psychic paper, shows who ya show it to whatever they want or expect to see. handy for gettinā into places we shouldnāt . 's no torchwood cover story , couldn't half do with that brilliant toshiko sato right 'bout now . . . ā
shes moving on quickly, sidestepping any elaboration on torchwood or who toshiko sato is exactly either . learned from the best she did , at explaining everything and nothing all at once, now shetucks the wallet back into her pocket for safe keeping. ā so, ā rose rocks back on the heels of her feet restlessly and thinks of her first doctor, the one with the big ears - hears his voice in her mind as she repeats the words he'd said to her once - what seems like a lifetime ago. ā do you believe me? ā
there's the careful arch of brow , baited breath as he listens. ' this joker isn't an issue - copycats in gotham aren't anything new ... this guy thinks that by getting to me that he'll finish what edward nashton started - the message of the true joker getting scrambled in the process ... ' bruce careful with words , for there have been nights in which he runs into these clown-heads , men who have misconstrued arthur's message (his brother, the eldest wayne heir) , and now seek revenge upon the youngest wayne heir.
corruption so muddled that as she brings harvey dent into the equation he then inhales , ' two face ? - ' bruce doesn't yet know how to feel about that one - nights faced with a different perspective , he then decides to just let that sentence settle between them.
' there's always been more to gotham than just corruption ... people working against one another to live ' when he then clears throat and his fingers go to comb through hair. ' are you talking about hosts ? ' timbre drops , what they talk about isn't exactly improbable. long ago he had accepted the notion that the universe was infinite. that earth was just one of many planets to inhabit life.
religion had an interesting tie to gotham , starting with the founding families , and quickly resulted in a panic that spread. the burning of witches as religion fed campaigns on various persons and slaughter swamp.
so much i hide , my features do their best to mirror her own ; my own movements orchestrated with a type of innocence and nothing is betrayed. the truth about who the joker is , the tie to my own namesake. though , i'll admit those doppelgƤngers have been an annoyance. alas proving to be only that. my eyes widen , as blue replaces the grey and my lenses continue to record this meeting. this mask is nothing but that , and i have no true tie to the man before her.
' more is at work than just corruption and crime ? ... yes , i believe you '
ā i lost my parents, but that pain made me who i am. i'm not sure i know who i am without it, actually. i spent a lifetime trying to right the wrongs of the past ā as if putting on a cape and fighting crime would bring my parents back. ā bruce wayne, the batman, of dc comics by syd. mutuals only. private. selective. mixed media, including heavy influence from batman (89), the batman (22), batman unburied, batman: the animated series, preboot era comics, gotham, and much more. ( Ā© )
" trust me, i don't need anything more after tonight. " the statement would sound sad from any other lips, instead you state it for what it is: a matter of fact ( shoes are shed next, heels kicked off behind you, making an echoing sound across hard wood once... twice ). " this is the most thoughtful thing anyone has done for me all day. " that's where a slight hint of sadness echoes on your tongue. no one really knows you, it's a choice you've made & one you're sure is for the better āāā you know it's for the better, but it still stings as you think about the pile of gifts, worthless to you, that will be delivered in the morning.
there's a moment of silence, you sigh, & pick up the phone once more... taking it off speaker to prevent the echo throughout. " i got three bottles of wine, each worth over three hundred dollars... i don't even drink. then y'know... random jewelry that i wouldn't ever wear. i really don't need anything more. " you go to ascend your staircase but pause instead... eyes fall shut & you pay close attention to his cadence: if you focus hard enough, it feels like he's in the room with you ( this isn't the first time you've learned such focus... it's a requirement, one may say, of your situation to keep grounded ). " sounds like you're having just as much fun as me. "
you laugh, quietly, & head up now to your bedroom: a key is pulled from your bag, the doors themselves always locked as secondary precaution. " i definitely feel different that's for sure. " phone is placed between your ear & shoulder, it nearly slips as you chuckle at his next comment. " there's a post scheduled for tomorrow āāā to be precise. " the door swings open & you toss your bag onto the chair in the corner of your room. it's dark & yet you move around it with such ease. " you know me too well. "
you say that like it's a bad thing, but you hope he knows: you wouldn't have it any other way.
" i don't think you would've enjoyed tonight even if you could have come. " it's true, & carries something to it to ease the loneliness that sat stagnant the whole night. " hopefully next year my mom won't insist on a big party again. " you doubt it, but you smile at the thought anyways. " it's not like i'm still sixteen. "
a laugh falls as juliette mentions her mother , light in formation as it's generous in it's give (he hides the pain, wants to give a good ending to her night). a shared memory between them both. ' i think your mother does it more for herself ' bruce softly utters , though even with those words he already knows that they don't truly need to dwell on the subject. ' jewelry huh ? ' nose slightly crinkles , and he already wonders if it had been jewelry that had somehow been gifted in hopes that she wear it on instagram. ' wine ? ' he reaches for a clementine in bowl as he goes to peel it with fingertips. the phone shifted once more , ' well ... that can always be regifted '
the last of skin pieces palmed in hand , as he makes his way to the compost bin , and throws them in. ' i think both our parents did that ... - wine has never been something the two of us ever needed ' a slight raise to wording as his true sentiments be heard through carefully structured sentence. ' i've never liked parties but ? i would have liked to see you ... that's what always made it special ' a smile works it's way upon melancholic features that have the faint tinge of light bruising. ' big celebrations were never for us '
us said with a weight , a knowledge that reached far back into their history with one another. in previous years he had indeed attended - sitting at the edge of the table , and panic stricken when asked a question. he could manage a few hours before he came to her side and kissed her cheek with a quick ' happy birthday '
i feel less lonely on nights when she calls or when i call her. the nights dwindling as the months go on , and the two of us knowing the risk of being intertwined with one another. her mother the driving force behind my protective nature , the reason for pulling away. we both know that there are other factors , and i'm aware that the scrambling technology will only last another thirty minutes. i start the trek upstairs , climbing marble steps as phone is pressed against ear and clementine is held in the other.
' i'll have to look tomorrow ... to see what you wore , and i'm sure your mother disapproved ' another laugh as he steps into the small office that has a semblance of a 'home', and he QUICKLY inhales from the pain of that small act. ' regardless , something tells me that you were nothing short of stunning ' he can only imagine , and he hates himself for missing it - knowing that she already forgives. ' first time i wished i was there ' / @crssfre
THE OTHER is temporary rendered UNCONSCIOUS - itās easier this way. the streets run grey as the buildings seem rather concave. GOTHAM HERSELF leaning forward as the batman teams up with a criminal. though , the bat did believe in change , that one still had goodness within their heart. anger has no place in his heart for the time being. it could easily throw his mission off or cloud judgement. doesnāt deem JA DAE-HYUNĀ as worthless or worthy of death ; itās not his place to pass judgement. a lesson that was difficult to learn but necessary.
the ride to one of his lesser known batcaves is done within FIFTEEN MINUTES. the cave under ARKHAM ASYLUM herself ādead manās pointā a name for a place where few ventured. the cave a maze as it paid homage to the winchester house. the bat-mobile silent in her approach as he lowers gears , and silences motor.
ā youāve been out for two days ā the batman offers , cowl still overing face as he looks at the equipment which monitors the others condition. ā looks like you needed the rest ā before then moving to a monitor. gloved fingers flit across touchscreen , and he then looks back at ja-dae hyun.
a humorous undertone to words - the threat of a smile beneath cowl. ā donāt even think about escaping ⦠ā the area disguised as a hospital ; thereās even speakers that pipe in hospital codes , nurses that say a certain doctor is needed in ICU that adds to the illusion. thereās two doors that are metallic , and give way to a waiting room. the illusion is all there. the bat then moves from screen to give ja-dae his phone. ā itās been uneventful - they really wanted you dead didnāt they ? ā
adrenaline numbs the wounds, blanketing the pain for him to focus on the anger, the revenge, the grand comeback ⦠oh, the ideas that rushed into his mind like dreams. nightmares for some but twisted fantasies for him. new ways to inflict pain without having to hurt someone physically. a game of sorts. the ideas dance around while putting faces to each game. each trial. he knew his enemies ⦠or well most of them.
the mind was much more fun to break than bones, but then again heād be a hypocrite if he were to say he didnāt enjoy that part too. so many ways to be a villain. so many ways to be unique from the rest and yet so little time with heroes trying to save the world and everyone in it. what did the world do for this man that he needed to protect the city. of all cities why gotham ? she was quite the bitch of a city.
eyes slowly open to the noise. ā two days ? ā he sighs before trying to sit up properly. abdomen stings from the movement. ā who doesnāt need rest from an ambush like that ⦠did you at least get any information or were you just standing in shadows and glaring around the city ? ā
ā that sounds like a challenge, ā he laughs but stops after a bit. hand coming to aid the pain from his side. ā i only offer a service i donāt actually know or remember these faces. itās just another tuesday. ā another sigh escapes him. tired and bored of the hunt. @batfall
he pulls up a file , what the batman has gathered since the other's unfortunate spell while unconscious. ' i'm usually one to make a move rather than just loiter ' the screen turned with gloved hands as he has downloaded encrypted messages from ja dae-hyun's cell phone , all neatly projected. ' though the shadows have always helped ' he then moves from screen and steps closer to hospital bed.
' one person asked for your services ... seemed to think that you hadn't been put out of commission ' his tone flat , careful with wording. ' i've seen this name before they work for sofia falcone '
death , it wafts upon the shoreline and seeps into the air that threatens to burn lungs. how many secrets does gotham have ? how many will taken advantage of such a corrupted and gutted city ... she's eating herself , and greedy with her needs.
' how many men have you killed ? ' the batman inquires as he looks down at the other , his shoulders pulled back as his stance puts him at 6'8 - the shadows no longer pull around his very being. here , they are safe. ' do you show any mercy or have any morals when it comes to just who you're asked to kill ? '
he then looks to the message , ' someone knows i found you ... no way they'd send this if they had an inkling of what others had in store for you ... '

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ah,Ā loveĀ -Ā thatĀ isĀ whatĀ sheĀ runsĀ towards.Ā whatĀ sheĀ escapedĀ herĀ previousĀ lifeĀ inĀ searchĀ of,Ā andĀ whatĀ sheĀ looksĀ forĀ (andĀ finds)Ā inĀ everyĀ cornerĀ ofĀ theĀ earth,Ā everyĀ soulĀ sheĀ touchesĀ ...Ā herĀ currentĀ companyĀ isĀ noĀ exception.
theĀ cornersĀ ofĀ herĀ lipsĀ upturnĀ intoĀ anĀ honest,Ā unstoppableĀ smileĀ asĀ theĀ wordĀ 'love'Ā leavesĀ hisĀ lips;Ā asĀ heĀ dotesĀ verballyĀ onĀ hisĀ brother,Ā there'sĀ aĀ flameĀ ofĀ envyĀ thatĀ curlsĀ &Ā licksĀ atĀ herĀ lungsĀ -Ā thatĀ loyaltyĀ doesn'tĀ existĀ withinĀ herĀ forgottenĀ family.Ā (that'sĀ whyĀ she'sĀ withĀ him,Ā notĀ them.)Ā sheĀ popsĀ aĀ berryĀ orĀ twoĀ intoĀ herĀ mouthĀ asĀ sheĀ listens,Ā intentĀ inĀ focusĀ -Ā swipingĀ offĀ herĀ emptyĀ palmsĀ ontoĀ herĀ skirtĀ withĀ aĀ steadyĀ inhaleĀ ofĀ breathĀ throughĀ herĀ nose;Ā "anyoneĀ whoĀ wouldĀ haveĀ youĀ banishedĀ isĀ aĀ foolĀ -Ā lookĀ atĀ you.Ā you'reĀ aĀ hero."Ā herĀ indexĀ fingerĀ prodsĀ tenderlyĀ atĀ hisĀ sternum,Ā thumbĀ tracingĀ overĀ whereĀ hisĀ heartbeatĀ isĀ sourced,Ā "you'reĀ aĀ mereĀ manĀ withĀ aĀ lionheartĀ -Ā thatĀ countsĀ forĀ everything."
herĀ wordsĀ areĀ gospel,Ā sealedĀ withĀ theĀ kindestĀ eyes.Ā sheĀ rescindsĀ herĀ handsĀ toĀ herself,Ā someĀ sordidĀ natureĀ inĀ unwantedĀ nostalgia;Ā "theĀ worldĀ itselfĀ isĀ perfectĀ -Ā we'reĀ theĀ onesĀ thatĀ needĀ someĀ clarity."Ā theĀ sun,Ā moonĀ &Ā starsĀ areĀ hardlyĀ thoseĀ atĀ fault.Ā "ifĀ everyoneĀ wasĀ aĀ bitĀ kinder,Ā maybeĀ we'dĀ getĀ aĀ bitĀ fartherĀ inĀ ourĀ lives."Ā Ā Ā @batfall.
her words a gift , and they fall upon ears and remain tucked away - kindhearted in her nature as if sunlight poured through her very fingertips. the sun pales in comparison , and he the better for being in her very presence. there was the faint thrum of unrest , one could feel it within the earth. if he were to meet his death tomorrow he would know that he had in fact been loved.
' a lionheart ? ' brows raise ever so and his words are laced with gentle affection. ' you think too highly of me ' disbelief and awe mix as his hand goes to then reach for her fingertips and he then guides her hand to his beating heart. ' you always have ' his grey eyes gaze to capture her own gaze , and there's a coloring to cheeks that assures her of her unique hold over his very being.
' kindness is seen as a weakness ... ' words cause the slight furrowing of brow , ' my own father saw to that ' the sun settles upon their features as it accents and warms ever so. ' what will you do when it is discovered that you're harboring a fugitive ' for he knows that while he searches for his brother , and seeks to restore him to his birthright that he has brought the unknown into both their lives , ' you run , and i run .... ' gentle with words , ' our parents knew that even before we did ' a small smile skirts , ' how they fought to keep us apart '
THE AMOUNT OF HIS MEN HAD NOT BEEN IGNORED : yet it is not why šššššš ššššš šš š šššš ššššš , ... SHE HAD YET TO MEET HER MAKER, armies, primals, eikons, āāāā šš·š“š šš“šš“ ššš°š»š»š¾šš“š³ š±š š·š“š š»šøš¶š·š, fell by her hand. but there is desire to find another way, ( there always is, in her emphatic heart, ) &. that is why she pleads. THERE IS HOPE HIS DOES THE SAME TOO, for he has not ordered his men šš šššššš. gaze focused, ethereal light glimmers dimly. ā to that, i can not give an answer. ā it was not out of the ordinary for her presence to be summoned, by one power or the other. ( YOU GO WHERE DUTY SEES IT FIT. ) so why here, why now? āāāā šš¾š½š¶šš“ š²š°šæšššš“š³ š±š š»š°š²šŗ š¾šµ š°š½ š°š½ššš“š. ... SHE DOES THE UNTHINKABLE, she lowers her lance, allows it to rest on her side. yet, grip never falters. she trusts, allowing gaze to wander, šššššš. ā it can be quite mesmerizing indeed. but, i suppose you and your men are not here to merely admire it? ā
his eyes fall upon her lance , and the right side of lips pulls upward ever so. a slow sort of smile as he sheathes his sword - had he truly thought there was harm he would've never done such a thing. there is power in kindness , a sort of honor that he lives his life by.
for too long he had been swathed in cruelty , his homeland made rotten as a king under the influence of a greater evil had made sure that compassion and kindness was wiped from his particular reign. he steps forward , eyes never leaving her own , very mindful about the weapon that lays dormant for the time being. ' my men find it too ... ' he looks for a word , taking his time as eyes widen ever so. ' stirring ' he lands upon a word that does not quite convey his men's sentiments.
' i think they believe that ghosts have only the power to haunt ' that smile tugs ever so slightly , and the words roll off tongue with a gentle sort of humor. ' while i have not yet made them patrol it at night , i don't think i will ... i have no wish to disturb '
his eyes then avert to the town below them , ' the people think that we angered whomever stalks these woods ' his head falls to the right as deeply inhales. ' it has not been easy ' the words vague and somewhat distant as he is the constant champion for his eldest brother and true heir. ' perhaps they fear something so divergent , something so unknown '
the words settle in and he takes his time considering them , another inhale as a sigh leaves lips , ' who am i to ask them to follow me blindly ? ' defeat and truth mix and breathe life into words as he considers that question and weighs his own influence and good name against the pure idea that he's asking those who would not normally trust to do just that , put their lives in his hands.
ā jersey ? ā tongue hitting the roof of mouth , ā sounds terrible ā a humor to it all. after all , gotham sat smack dab in southern jersey. a stones throw away from atlantic city , and all the shore points.
a place where the humidity wafted - stuck to your skin , and the appearance of grey clouds in the morning accompanied the salty smell from the neighboring sea.
ā well now i trust you a bit more when it comes to new york and itās boroughs since youāre from jersey , ⦠like me ā the words are kept light , and he knows that heās coming across -exactly- the way he needs to be seen. lucious would be proud , and to that end he goes to smile once more. this smile warm and inviting as he leans back in chair and fingers go to rub jawline.
ā brookyln ā bruce says as he then continues , ā i like coney isalnd ā a shrug accompanies words as fingers fall. ā boardwalk is cheesy but ? - ⦠weāre from jersey ā
while this interview is better than i expected , iām still expecting the question thatās ALWAYS asked. usually formed around my parents , the loss of WE , and what my father would think. I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT HEāD THINK. my fingers fidget as these intrusive thoughts threaten my performance. iām a movement away from allowing myself to loose control. i pick a hangnail , and with that pull of skin iām brought back to the right now.
ā though you must have some questions that you have to get to ā the hand with the ripped hangnail goes to wipe against black tailored trousers , a movement that anyone would miss. ā because i donāt think your readers are interested in coney island ā a laugh , it manages careless with the way it falls.
pink lips fall apart to form ā an admittedly put-on look of being affronted. she hasnāt always been a big fan of where she comes from ā she used to LOOK DOWN on it, avoid it all at costs. but now? sheās always happy to go home. she tries to remember that even if sheās meant for more than her small town could offer, itās still šššš šš š šš ššš šš. before she can actually put together some kind of [ cute ] little comeback, bruce continues and jenna really canāt help but smile. ājust a couple of jersey kids then, huh?ā how she forgot that gotham was right there in jersey makes her feel a bit stupid ā figures she can just blame that HANDSOME SMILE for ⦠throwing her a little.
the editor leans over her desk a little, arms folded in front of herself, āā okay, thatās a pretty great answer. "š'š šššššššš¢ š ššš ššš šš šššššš¢,ā maybe a little flirtier than she should be or means to be, āā do people not love the boardwalk?? man, they must just hate FUN ā¦ā jenna looks serious for a moment ā brows pulled together ā but itās not long before her face relaxes and a smile spreads across her face.
yup! that charm is really working! i guess weāre just going to kiss the attempt at professionalism good-bye, huh, jenna? seriously, itās like youāve never been around good-looking people before ā¦ ššš šš šššššššš, šššš!
āoh -right, questions!ā it probably shouldnāt take the person sheās supposed t o be interviewing to pull the INTERVIEW back on track, but here they are ā and sheās grateful! jenna sits up straight again in her chair, ābut i donāt know, mr. wayne, š'šš šššš šššš ššššššššš¢ ššššššššššš šššššš šš ššššš¢ šššššš,ā she laughs along with him, shaking her head and reaching up to tuck a rogue piece of hair back behind her ear. ābut i guess for this interview, they might be more interested in learning more about bruce wayne,ā thereās a cute little roll of her eyes, head tilting slightly.
āwhy donāt you tell me more about what youāre working on now? FOXARC? it just seems like youāre really trying to do ⦠more for your community ā š ššššš šššš'š ššššššššš.ā
⬠@batfall [ since you moved! ]
he allows for another laugh , leaving chest as it fills room. it's lighter in new york , he's noticed. his brother is adored and ? he's virtually unknown - OR if he is known it's that he's the brooding younger brother who has that company to his name. no , it's not wayne enterprises but instead FOXARK. a company that's innovative in it's expanse. a company that is also the forefront in technology while leading the charge on bringing down pharmaceutical companies.
in truth it had been easier for the latter because he wasn't greedy, - he didn't need for anything and he felt the need to help a city. ' i think it's difficult for people to trust me ' blunt as he then inhales and allows the moment to settle for just a moment more , ' i wish i could say that i was always this way but , i was less than what people needed ' he adjusts himself in chair as fingers (out of nerves) run through golden brown tresses.
' i don't know i was so wrapped in my own guilt ' bruce's eyes then fixated upon carpet and not on jenna , ' i believed what people wrote ' his eyes flickering upwards as he found a home within her gaze once more , ' that doesn't excuse away my absence from my family name ' bruce struggles.
FAMILY , i think about it and it also brings the slightest smile. here arthur is accepted no , he's a celebrity as is his family. i know that without that acceptance i'd be even far worse off. i'll have to call him tonight , let him know that it's always been appreciated. while i have FOXARK , i wonder what would have happened if we would've both been brought up in different circumstances. yet i'm always dreaming , and that dream is always disturbed.
' what's more complicated than family ? '
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neverĀ goĀ backĀ toĀ gotham.Ā sheĀ thoughtĀ that,Ā too,Ā manyĀ times.Ā couldnātĀ evenĀ considerĀ thatĀ gloomyĀ cityĀ herĀ homeĀ andĀ theĀ mindĀ wouldĀ attemptĀ toĀ changeĀ theĀ pastĀ andĀ makeĀ itĀ seemĀ likeĀ itĀ neverĀ was. Ā likeĀ herĀ familyāsĀ legacyĀ wasĀ notĀ physicallyĀ boundĀ toĀ thatĀ earthĀ asĀ ifĀ itĀ wasĀ someĀ cursedĀ placeĀ orĀ similar.Ā butĀ newĀ yorkĀ remainedĀ inĀ herĀ heartĀ asĀ muchĀ asĀ gotham,Ā asĀ muchĀ asĀ theĀ horridĀ asylumĀ sheĀ grewĀ closeĀ to,Ā asĀ muchĀ asĀ herĀ fatherāsĀ kindĀ gazeĀ andĀ amazingĀ hugs,Ā šššĀ ššĀ ššššĀ ššĀ šššššĀ š šš¢ššĀ āĀ sanĀ franciscoĀ wasĀ theĀ homeĀ zatannaĀ builtĀ forĀ herself,Ā butĀ itĀ wasĀ aĀ lonelyĀ lairĀ forĀ theĀ lonelyĀ womanĀ sheĀ grownĀ upĀ toĀ be.Ā sheĀ missedĀ herĀ girlhoodĀ āĀ sheĀ missedĀ whenĀ isolationĀ wasĀ notĀ herĀ fateĀ āĀ whenĀ enchantmentsĀ andĀ spellsĀ wereĀ justĀ aĀ giftĀ andĀ carriedĀ noĀ price. Ā butĀ johnnyĀ zatannaāsĀ fateĀ provedĀ itĀ differently.Ā andĀ theĀ manyĀ peopleĀ thatĀ reachedĀ outĀ toĀ herĀ andĀ sufferedĀ consequencesĀ onlyĀ reinforcedĀ it.Ā Ā so,Ā zeeĀ smiledĀ atĀ theĀ manĀ beforeĀ herĀ tryingĀ toĀ seeĀ himĀ asĀ someoneĀ new,Ā unboundĀ toĀ theĀ memoryĀ herĀ heartĀ createdĀ ofĀ herĀ childhoodĀ friend.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā donātĀ beĀ tooĀ shocked,Ā dear.Ā iāmĀ onĀ tourā¦Ā thisĀ placeĀ neededĀ someĀ magic.Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā aĀ playfulĀ winkĀ thatĀ hidĀ theĀ pain.Ā zeeĀ wonderedĀ ifĀ heĀ neverĀ watchedĀ herĀ performĀ atĀ leastĀ once,Ā andĀ ifĀ not,Ā WHY.Ā ifĀ heĀ didnātĀ knowāĀ no,Ā someoneĀ new,Ā remember?Ā Ā
āĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā andĀ theĀ manorĀ hasĀ beenĀ abandonedĀ sinceĀ fatherĀ passedĀ away,Ā soĀ iāmĀ stayingĀ aĀ while.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā notĀ completelyĀ true,Ā butĀ notĀ aĀ lieĀ either.Ā zataraĀ mightĀ asĀ wellĀ beĀ deadĀ butĀ hisĀ daughterĀ refusedĀ toĀ believeĀ it. Ā sheĀ stillĀ searchedĀ forĀ him.Ā andĀ alwaysĀ would.Ā Ā aĀ sipĀ wasĀ takenĀ fromĀ theĀ champagneĀ glassĀ asĀ herĀ heartĀ noticedĀ theĀ blondeĀ strandsĀ andĀ flashesĀ ofĀ herĀ fatherāsĀ pictureĀ withĀ marthaĀ wayneĀ crossedĀ herĀ head.Ā sheĀ wonderedĀ ifĀ bruceĀ knewĀ heĀ lookedĀ likeĀ her.Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā seeingĀ youĀ againĀ isĀ aĀ goodĀ surprise.Ā Ā Ā toĀ seeĀ thatĀ youĀ areĀ okĀ forĀ myselfĀ isĀ veryĀ nice.Ā Ā iĀ wasnātĀ sureĀ ifĀ āĀ well,Ā iĀ mean,Ā iāveĀ heardĀ theĀ lastĀ yearsĀ werenātĀ easyĀ aroundĀ here,Ā andĀ theĀ magazinesĀ gaveĀ meĀ aĀ notionĀ ofĀ whoĀ youĀ areĀ now,Ā andĀ whatĀ youāveĀ beenĀ doing,Ā butĀ inĀ personĀ itĀ isĀ muchĀ better.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā andĀ sheĀ meantĀ everyĀ word,Ā finallyĀ findingĀ balanceĀ betweenĀ whatĀ wasĀ wantedĀ andĀ theĀ rehearsalsĀ heĀ requiredĀ herĀ toĀ bringĀ out.Ā butĀ printed pages wereĀ onlyĀ interviews, pictures...Ā onlyĀ glimpses.Ā still,Ā theyĀ wereĀ allĀ zatannaĀ had:Ā Ā beingĀ someoneĀ whoĀ likedĀ toĀ readĀ thoseĀ atĀ herĀ dressingĀ rooms.Ā Ā
there's the slight remembrance of who they once were , and the reality of who they are now. it settles upon the air and lingers ever so. he allows a small smile to pull , the rounding of grey eyes as she continues.
yes , he remembers their days - the ones that made his youth a bit brighter. the two of them knowing so early on what it meant like to grieve. zatanna seeing her friend pull away as she so desperately wished to pull him back. magic , it had gone out too early , and he hadn't quite made it to one of her shows. an admittance that brings the faintest tinge of red to cheeks , and he then inhales.
' would you think me so terrible if i were to say that i hadn't seen you perform ... i know , something that i shouldn't admit ' the words cause the slight furrowing of brow as he then licks lips , and teeth pull slightly on lower lip. he's still in deep thought for a moment before continuing. the words hang upon air as they gently blow with the wind.
' i just - everything became so serious '
the words heavy , and gotham almost bends to his very ear as she hears those words. in truth , she had always meant to break his spirit - to crush his very soul until there was nothing left. yet there was something soft amid the scar tissue that traveled upon back , and gently sprawled like ivy upon his very skin.
she reminds me too much of another life , a life in which isolation didn't have a place. where i was surrounded by if not love , than the idea that it was an attainable notion. my parents weren't perfect , no one's are. though i knew the simple fact that my mother loved my father to a fault ; this love , the kind of love that devoured and turned the heart bloody. on good days i'm no longer angered , and today ? it seems to be one of those days.
' you can't always believe the tabloids ... ' humor rushes just in time as it quells a prickled throat , and hides his sadness well. ' they also think i dwell in shadows and bell towers .... - a sort of phantasmic existence ' he laughs , ' i think they think i'm some sort of creature from the black lagoon - or maybe that i'm part werewolf ' another laugh , ' anything to keep me from being real '