The Dick-Talia-Selina beef is, dare I say, the most legendary cat fight I have ever encountered.
It starts — starts — with Talia pulling a quick one and ghosting him while he’s whining about her.
Then Dick complains to Alfred about it, because there’s no way Bruce would ~~ignore him~~.
And then, then we get to where Talia is supposed to stay with them. Dick cannot have this. Obviously. Talia is a threat. Obviously.
(And I cannot get over the melodramatic door slam and the “goodbyeeee!”, like Jesus Christ diva.)
When this fails, god forbid, Dick:
Gives a classic “it’s me or her” dilemma, and then proceeds to lose said dilemma (observe the Talia smirk, because she knows what she did and she is reveling in it in classic girlboss form).
Pouts about losing the dilemma while Bruce looks as distressed as I’ve ever seen him, because the man cannot fathom that Dick would threaten to leave and actually do it.
Packs a bag dramatically. I don’t even think the bag is necessary. I’m pretty sure he hadn’t moved back into the manor since he dropped out of college, so he had stuff elsewhere, and there’s no way that one bag is holding all of any kind of equipment he’d need to transfer. That bag is for effect.
You’d think this is where the beef ends. Dick, defeated. Bruce, choosing a woman over their sacred bond.
Dick, our glorious, glorious petty bastard, pulls out the big guns. He goes and pouts to Bruce’s other main love interest, the one he actually likes. He gets Selina.
The salt, oh, the salt. The Dead Sea could not compare.
They’re gossiping about him. On a plane. Like they’re gal pals venting about a situationship. Incredible. Wonderful.
I can’t. It’s so good. So juicy. The soap opera of all operas. And Bruce, the absolute wad, fails to acknowledge the fact that he has his own Real House Wives of Gotham following him in the background except that the characters in question are his ward and two situationships.