Chuuya & Irina - Bruce Wayne's Party
He rolled his eyes. "I'll be sure to drop by the library tomorrow," he said sarcastically. But now that he thought about it, her surname did sound familiar. Like something he heard in passing. He just never thought about why nor did he care enough to figure it out.
He scoffed. "Why would I fear something I experience every day?" Death was something that happened in the mafia. People died all the time. It was just part of that life. Then again, he never really got close to anyone. Physically, sure. But more than that? He tended to keep his distance, and he never really noticed he did until now.