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. ([info]spacecowboys) wrote in [info]doors,
Re: Selina K/Bruce W
Oh, please, Bruce. This city is turning into Edward Nigma making every last choice, and Edward Nigma doesn't like me very much. He spends his time telling you how untrustworthy I am, and telling me how I'm just a thief, or telling us how we don't work. And then he doesn't warn me when he knows my head's going to explode. For months and months, and he didn't warn me. He didn't warn you. I'm in the way here, Bruce. I don't fit anymore. Don't you see? Stephanie insists on saying none of us care. Death gets in the way? She tries to kill her. If you don't hear it, then you're not listening. Or do you think this family of little bats and birds really needs Spoiler telling them to keep their eyes on the roofs? It gets old, and it gets tiring, and I'm done with it. Initiative. Initiative doesn't get you anything here. Initiative gets bombs detonated, and it gets you told to sit down and shut up. And if you think Eddie didn't know exactly what he was doing when he didn't tell you not to have someone go after the ring? Then you don't know Eddie.

[A long cursor blink.] I miss my Gotham. It was a nightmare, but at least I knew where I fit in there. I knew where I fit and no one betrayed me there. I trusted Eddie. I trusted him more than I trusted you, and now I look back and it was all a lie. I'm not the Cat he thinks I should be, or I'm not the kitten he knew, and that's apparently worth betraying someone over.

And if he's the person advising you, then that makes me worry for my fur.


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