#h0lidaykill

she   isn't   wrong   about     how he's rather be doing     something     else,     a small smile however     tugs     at the corners of his lips,     looking off to the side at her.      he'd been known as a shut in for quite some time now,      much too     focused     on his duties as batman rather than living as the well known billionaire bruce wayne,     stepping out from the limelight     &.     sticking to the     shadows.     still,     he wouldn't miss this for     anything,      he was harvey's good friend after all     &.     had no issues contributing to whatever     fundraising     event the man was holding.     ❛     of  course,     i  don't     mind     coming  with  you.     what  kind  of     friend     would  i  be  if  i  didn't     ?    ❜      fixing the cuff of his blazer,     he straightens himself as they walk side-by-side,     that soft smile     staying     across lips.     ❛     what  did  harvey  say  this  was  about  again     ?     i  don't  think  i     caught     it  last  time  we  met.    ❜

pulling her coat tighter around her figure, fragile drops her finished cigarette & stubs it out with her toe ( she doesn't believe that she'll truly get used to gotham's weather, regardless of how many trips she makes to the city ). ❝ you're being too kind, ❞ she offers in turn — a small, crooked smile gracing her chilled features. ❝ regardless of my credentials, they never make it easy to establish a new business. ❞ connections or not, fragile is not ignorant to the hierarchy that dominates & trying to establish anything, regardless of experience, makes pulling teeth look like child's play. 

it's nothing that she hasn't dealt with before, especially as a foreign-born woman stepping into the shoes of her father. ❝ — growing pains, as they say. it will work out in the end, it always does. ❞ despite the cold, it's a nice night & one that fragile doesn't want to ruin with her somber thoughts. ❝ the gallery was beautiful tonight. i'll have to make another trip before i leave the city. ❞

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she listens as the story unfolds, posture still but intent, head angled slightly as if that alone might pull more truth from the words. a painting, haunted, cursed, bound to something that lingers past canvas and frame. it is the kind of claim she hears often, usually wrapped in exaggeration or superstition, but this one lands differently. there is a weight to it, a shape she can almost feel forming as it is described.

it is rare that anything like this sparks her interest so quickly. rarer still that something rumored feels less like folklore and more like a science fiction novel threatening to become real. her fingers still against her cane, grip loosening as she listens, attention sharpening rather than drifting.

" you brought some- "

she pauses mid-thought, head tilting as she searches for the correct word, braid shifting against her shoulder.

" of interest, "

the words come out measured, deliberate, as if she is testing their weight b her attention does not waver, not even as she shifts her stance slightly closer, curiosity now fully engaged.

" you say it come in a showing ? "