Re: log: gatsby, bruce/selina
"It's always been fake. Did it always bother you, or is it something new?" She didn't have any faith in Gotham's upper-crust. She loved the city for its slums and its darkest places; she hated the rich, the people that watched it all happen from their thrones and did nothing to help. And she knew he wasn't the front; she'd always known that. But the new dislike, that scoff, it made her wonder how much things had changed. "Did you feel that way about the people in your Gotham? Or is the hatred reserved for the people here?" She disliked them equally. But these were the people he was working to save, weren't they?
"I could, but this is temporary." She knew that. She knew this door was temporary. And, even if it wasn't, she wouldn't be staying here, at the whims of an old man forever. "Once I'm a hundred percent, I'll steal enough to get my own place." Even drunk, she knew he wasn't stupid; she just didn't expect him to care. As for the yellow? "From the man who owns the apartment, of course."
She took a sip of her drink, and she looked at him with mossy green eyes that went sad when he explained. "You sound like Tony. You're not wrong. Tell me how things are. You've talked to everyone by now?" She had no idea; she hated not knowing.
She looked down at her arm. "That's a work in progress. Not all of us have alien boxes. Oh, wait, except I stole that box in the first place." She winced after she said it, regret at the bitterness of the words. She stood, and she refilled her glass.