Rags to Riches

Well, when you need to drink they say you usually should. Unless you have an alcohol addiction, then just stay strong and don’t give in.

Thanks for the advice, but I'm not an alcoholic. There's no harm in wanting to let loose every once in a while and that's all I want to do right now. 

Oh, c’mon. What’s so wrong with me?

We've went over this before, sweetie. Do I have to tell you again?

Poor baby.

Perfect. You're exactly who I want to see after a hellhole of a week.

“A) If I were looking for that kind of company,  you would be the last person on the list. B) You’ve never been to a Bruce Wayne party. And C) You’re hardly the first person to have said that to me nor would you be the first one to blow me away. No offense.”

I've never been to a Bruce Wayne party, that you know of. I'm sure you never get around to seeing all of your guest, how do you know I haven't slipped in once or twice? And we'll see about that. I have a knack for surprising people. You know what, fine. I'll give you one night to show me what your kind of party is like. But don't expect this to be a regular thing. 

Jury’s still out on that one, but it seems that way. Unless you’re the PD, then he’s anything but.

I never side with the police on... Well anything, but this guy gives me the creeps. I don't trust him. 

Valiant is really more for the fact that he’s aiming the arrows at the “bad guys”.

Is he, though? Or is he just trying to make it seem like he is Either way I don't trust the guy.

Jury’s still out on that one, but it seems that way. Unless you’re the PD, then he’s anything but.

Well it seems like my judgement of everyone in this city was correct; they're all idiots. 

I suppose gratitude would be new to you. And to answer both, why not?

Why not? Hmm, lets see Maybe a) because I don't want to be some rich mans arm candy for the night, b)I highly doubt you and I have the same idea of 'party' and c) You couldn't handle me at a party, Mr. Wayne. 

No, I don’t believe we have. I’m Matt. Matt Murdock. And I’m sure I could say the same about you.

Well Matt Murdock, it's a pleasure to meet you.Now, you wouldn't happen to knwo anyone who is havign a party would you?

Well, I don’t know of any parties at the moment to be of any help.

So what you're saying is there's no reason for us to be talking right now, because you clearly know/have nothing of importance to me? 

Sorry, is there a point to this? Do you have someone more submissive that you can go mouth off to?

Well I was trying to end this conversation, but you clearly missed that point as well. 

What Natalia didn’t expect was a lengthy speech that didn’t make sense. The visitor before her gave a sheepish smile. Natalia  knew a lie when she hears one, but there was no discerning what exactly this lie concerned. The detective tilted her head, studying the brunette’s face without a word. She does this frequently, out of habit, fully aware that it made most people uncomfortable. A good minute passed before Natalia would speak, “That’s not possible. If you and your friend are being followed by someone, and if your friend wants the police involved, then we’ll get right on it. None of us can blatantly lie just to ease her mind. That’s, essentially, against the law." She shifted her weight onto another leg, hand on her hip, fingers tapping against her waist. "Reporting this would be a smart idea.”

Selina rolled her eyes. So this is how it was going to be? She had hoped that whoever she spoke to would understand, or at least be a little intimidated by her so she would be abel to just breeze past this and carry on. But of course things never came that easy. "It's not lying! I'm not saying you can't do anything about it. Look into him all you want, in fact please do so you can tell me where he lives. I'm just saying you won't need to act on it because all he needs is a good... talking to. And i am happy to be the one to do so. " It was clear that maybe she should have nulled this idea all together, taken care of the guy and hoped that Holly would forget all about it. Now Selina had gotten herself stuck, and there was no way and hell she was going to let the police take this guy down without Selina getting to him first. "Reporting this would be an overreaction, this guy is clearly just a little mislead and I will happily give him some guidance if you could just put my friend's mind at ease."

Tony was starting to get angry. By reflex with the sudden pulse of frustration, his arms flexed and he balled his hands into moderately tight fists. "Cut the crap. There’s no one else that would have taken it." He needed his wallet. It had absolutely everything important inside it: his Stark Industries access card, drivers license, apartment keys, credit cards, and even a random platinum membership card to a local mechanical parts store. If Tony were to be stranded on a desert island, he would want his wallet, that is after he was sure he was going to have Pepper and Jarvis. He snapped out of his daze when Selina mentioned that someone had found his walled, and tightened his glare on the brunette. At this point, he didn’t care what happened as long as he left this pet store with his wallet in his hands. “I couldn’t care less about what you heard. I need my wallet and I’d prefer not to get the police involved.”

Selina could tell that Tony was getting extremely frustrated with her, and as much as she was enjoying seeing the man's face turn a shade of red she'd never seen before, it was obvious that he wasn't joking about the police; and if there is one thing that Selina avoids at all costs , it's police. "I thought you were a fun guy, Mr.Stark. But you obviously don't take well to games." Selina pouted, straightening her back before sliding off her stool. The brunette made her way around the counter that separated them and stood face to face with Tony. "You caught me," she started, throwing her hands in the air in a mock surrender, "I have your wallet, but unfortunately for you, it's currently at my apartment. So we'll have to take a little trip in order to get it." Selina's mouth curled up into an almost threatening smile, as if she was daring him to actually take her up on her offer. "Unless you trust me to mail it back to you after work?"

Why not make your own party?

See, that would require money, time and space that I don't have. crashing other people's parties are a lot more entertaining and not to mention free.

I don't even know how to react to this. First of all, why would I ever want to go to your kind of party? Second, why are you suddenly offering to take me to one?