" That halfbreed is your king."

Arthur & Diana: dead

Bruce:

bag   of   snacks   is   held   a   little   tighter,   and   he   moves   to   eat   a   chip   quietly.   ’   right   right,   i’m   definitely   not   talking   about   you,   at   all.   it’s   not   like..you’re   twice   my   size,   or   can   stab   me   with   that   fancy   fork.   which   i   would   appreciate   you   would   not   do   -   ‘   

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Arthur looked at the smaller man, though man was a bit of a stretch, if he was honest. He was a kid, a kid who seemed to find him terrifying. Barry wasn't the first to think this way, and he knew he wouldn't be the last. That was what happened when you were barely under 6′6, covered in tattoos, and had the disposition of an angry Rottweiler. 

’   he   kinda   scares   me.   not   gonna   lie.   ‘   

“Do I really need to explain why I go at night dressed as a bat?“ really, he knows the reason isn’t known to everyone, it’s intricate and complicated and perhaps, more fit for a therapy session than to tell it to the king of Atlantis. “I imagine many people would be fearful of an oversized 6′3″ bat, Arthur. It’s only logical.“ And with that, he drinks some of the tea Alfred had made for him, alongside an aspirin. @halfbrecd​

“ Well, I’m not gonna beat it out of you. It just does not seem like something someone would do for shits and giggles - and since it seems like we are not going to bed rid of each other. Thought I’d make conversation.” Sure, he could have asked about the weather, but if they were going to make this ‘League’ shit work, they would have to reach some more common ground.

Arthur perched himself on Bruce’s desk, taking a cup of tea -- which seemed small in his hand and sniffing the contents.” Possible, probably helps Gotham seems full of drug addicts and the insane.” He commented, making a face at the cup in front of him. He considered saying fuck it and forgetting his attempt to make conversation -- but that would mean heading back to Atlantis and its political bull crap.

a   glance,   before   a   hand   moves   to   take   it   from   him.   bruce   is   quiet,   and   gives   a   small   sniff   of   it   to   try   and   gauge   what   is   inside   of   it.   it   smells   strong   enough,   and   he   proceeds   to   take   a   swig   out   of   it.   ’   you   just   carry   that   on   you   ?   ‘   

   ’   i   have   a   feeling   i’m   going   to   need   alcohol   for   this   conversation.   ’