Bruce Wayne (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} capedcrusade) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} modernage, |
Bruce realized a little too late that the conversation was heading into dangerous territory. Not the flirting, that was fine, rather the reminiscing. It was impossible to remember Barbara as Batgirl without remembering why she wasn't. He managed not to look at her chair, though that wasn't enough to keep out the images, the pictures Joker had taken to drive Jim mad. Barbara, naked and bleeding to death on the floor. How he'd laugh to know he'd gotten to the Batman as well.
This wasn't the time or place for this. Bruce Wayne had no reason to be so worked up over her injuries. He never said anything real as Bruce Wayne anyway. Settling his Bruce Wayne 'mask' firmly back in place—had it slipped for a moment? He wasn't sure—her responded to the second part of her comment.
"Rich and handsome. Glad we've got our priorities straight. And I see you generously left off my many character flaws" He chuckled, not at all ashamed of her implied characterization. "Though I'm afraid you're mistaken on one point. I've never been eligible. I like women too much to inflict myself permanently on one. I'd drive the poor thing to the madhouse in under a week. Why any of you put up with me, I've no idea." Which was a true in a couple different ways.