breakanylock:
@darkvindicator.
If you ask her, Wayne Manor casts too long a shadow.
More than the smear campaign and the mysterious brooding act, from the outside, it looks too big to sit right with her. Funny how all that space just feels like another way to box people in.
So, there’s a slight complication when it comes to rubbing elbows with the sole heir and messier still when she figures Bruce is a bit too earnest for what the glitz and facades put out there.
Selina isn’t sure it’s what he needs, but what he gets is the loud rumble of a motorcycle pulling up to his gates, the engine an idling purr as she waits on admittance. This is more for his sake than hers. If she really wants in, she might be able to go toe to toe with his tech. Again.
“ I don’t exactly have an appointment, but I thought I’d drop by. Is this the part where I give the secret password? ”
And if you asked Bruce, he'd say the same.
His family's home is a mess of contrasts. His childhood memories of a loving mother and father dragged into the harsh light from the murky shadow's of childhood—criminal empires and so much blood that it could soak the plush carpets.
Sometimes it's hard not to feel like a ghost himself when he wanders the vastness of it all, rattling at chains that pull and tug on his heart when disturbed. He doesn't get many visitors, either. Not since Harvey went away.
He'd be lying if he said he didn't miss the company, didn't miss Selina while she was there.
“ You know you're welcome here anytime, Selina, ” he says, a genuine smile curling the corners of his lips.
