Re: quicklog -- steph/bruce: dive bar.
[Her blues watched him for a moment, praying that he wouldn't prod her to explain. She hadn't had enough tequila in her system, and she wasn't ready for tears yet. Blubbering, that could happen later on in the night when she was five tequila sodas in and she couldn't hide her tears for shit, and Bruce said the right thing to prod an old, painful wound. She knew that Eddie was a tough subject for him as well, maybe even more so because it was so fresh. The look in her blue eyes was understanding, a fellow bat in pain. A lonely, sad bat at that. Oh, she knew that she wasn't much better than she'd been a couple of months ago when she awoke from those dreams with that man's blood on her hands, and Bruce could see that in the purple bags underneath her eyes that refused to disappear. But, knowing that he was still out there somewhere, still on her side? It helped. Destiny helped, too. Having Bruce though, having at least one piece of family left, meant more than at least the Wayne sitting across from her might ever know.]
Well, now I'm just gonna ask you for awkward advice to mess with you. [It was a quiet tease, a needle, and her smirk softened when he looked down at the way she squeezed his wrist. She loved him immensely, and at this point he was probably the only constant in her life anymore. Something she desperately needed, or at least she thought, so she could get back on her feet.]
You weren't wrong, trying to save her. You know that, right? But, there's a point-- I don't know, Bruce. I wish I knew the way to fix it all. [But, she didn't, and that was evident in her conversations with Jason and Helena. With Eddie and Selina, too. She had no fucking clue in the world how to fix it. It frustrated her beyond comprehension, the guilt and irritation that she still hadn't fixed it building on and on. She sighed and she worried her lip.] I feel helpless, too. Lost. Useless. [All things people could glean on their own, but she rarely admitted.] At this rate? It feels like doing more damage to force them into that box, y'know? [A sigh.] I feel like every fucking conversation I have nowadays just goes to shit.