Bruce Wainright has (onerule) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-05-03 03:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !great gatsby, *log, bruce wayne, selina kyle |
log: gatsby, bruce/selina
Who: Bruce & Selina
What: A visit.
Where: Selina's apartment in Gatsby.
When: Sometime after this.
Warnings/Rating: Some adult stuff and all the sadness in the world.
This was a bad idea.
Even intoxicated (or, less eloquently, drunk) Bruce acknowledged such truth, though it was distant, buried beneath the numb warmth of countless margaritas. He felt good. Foolishly so, and it wouldn't last, but he was very much living in the moment just then. His sober self would have cringed. His sober self might have been too much a coward to see Selina at all. But his inhibitions were lowered, his visit with Eddie and Stephanie had raised his spirits, and he was, perhaps most importantly, intoxicated (drunk).
And so he ignored good sense, which could have listed countless reasons why he shouldn't be doing this. Why was he? Well, he had no idea. Drunk or sober, that was a constant; there was no reason he could articulate. He had no expectations. He saw no happiness in his future. There was, he was certain, no one who believed he deserved her, and they were right. All he did was hurt her. Make her miserable. Guilt and self-hatred seemed inexplicably linked to Selina, which wasn't fair, maybe, which wasn't her fault, but it was what it was. Deep down, he knew nothing good could come of this, yet still, he went.
It was a small miracle that he managed to not only find the Gatsby door, but find the address she'd given him once he got there. In a black t-shirt (he lost his sweater somewhere) and jeans, he knocked a little too loudly on the door and waited.