Re: Wayne Manor: destiny/steph.
[He can't see her smile, but he can hear it, the way she inhales before she does, that tiny noise that most people make when they're really smiling, whether they hear it or not (or whether it's audible to anyone else). And he hears the huff too, and knows she's rolling her eyes. He blinks when the kernel lands on his chest and he plucks it off to eat it.
The curve of his lips says it all.] You wouldn't blow up the city again, but your dramatic flair plays out in different ways. It isn't -[he gentles his voice on purpose] a competition. [The family's dramatic streak is second only to their competitive natures, and sometimes it's too close to be called second. But there's enough in his voice to make it clear that he doesn't view it in terms of good or bad, just that it simply is. If it's bad, it's only that way because it divides them so painfully.] In some ways, the family is better than a telenovella. [Oh, and there's some fondness there.]
I didn't say that. [He says, all puffy cat, but there's still that lilt in his mouth and his lips part, head tilted back slightly to catch the thrown kernel of popcorn.] A woman that's not at all dramatic would never start a city-wide war. [He points out gently, because she just proved his point for him, but there's no chiding associated with it, nor pride. It simply is.] You do. [Quietly:] All of you have worked towards it. [A common goal and one that didn't divide them along the fractures.]