𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘

Infuriatingly proud of each other’s contingency plans

Having the time of my life with Batman and Robin: Year One.

In the end, we all become stories

i want you to mean it. she swallows the words like bitter fruit, holding them back through force of will alone, and she does not break his gaze. " would it be easier for you if it had been a lie? " it's become too hard to tell where the lie had stopped and her heart had started, but something between them had been real. too real for her to push aside even now. she stretches upwards until their faces are only a breath apart. still, she won't cross the gap. " it would have been easier for me... but i can't pretend anymore, bruce. "

“   no.   it’d   hurt   just   as   much.   ”      expected   lunge   doesn't   come,   voice   quietened   instead,   watching   her   proximity   with   something   other   than   inferno   behind   cerulean   irises.   A   FLAME   STILL   BURNS,   yet   of   a   different   kind.      “   then   don’t.   because   i’m   not   lying   when   i   say   that   after   all   we’ve   been   through   i   still   want   you.   ” head   tilted   down,   foreheads   touched   as   nose   brushed   against   her,   a   herald   of   the   choice   he   has   made,   only   an   empty   half   waiting   for   hers   to   be   either   completed   or   shattered   once   more.