cesar !
she certainly had a point (not that he’d admit so to her). ❝ i have allies. ❞ his words were simple, only an eye roll following her statements. ❝ my “average dna”has nothin’ to do with my landing in prison. ❞ he pointed out, plopping down on his old couch and folding his arms over his chest. ❝ fuckin’ batman, he is the one to blame for everything. gotham would’ve been a much better place without the dark knight runnin’ around. ❞ he looked at her once more, picking out every feature of her’s, trying to find some sort of familiarity in her face, her mannerisms, anything. ❝ then again, you just make it too damn obvious what your real intentions are. but i can’t be the brother you’re looking for. ❞
❛ yeah ----- ? ❜ she muses, brows knitting together. ❛ SURE it doesn’t. ❜ she CROSSES her arms over her chest, almost instinctively, to hold her guard. ❛ so, you’re telling me, even if you had some sort of powers, batman would still take you back to jail & put you in time out ? ❜ a facetious grin teases at her lips but falters quickly back into a neutral expression. ❛ you know, that’s funny, cause ------ i’ve never been put in prison by that pesky bat. ❜ arms drop to her sides as she heads for the door, head cocking back with a look of disdain. ❛ THEN AGAIN ; i’d turn him into a popsicle before he had the chance. ❜
