Re: log: gatsby, bruce/selina
She wasn't surprised to hear him say he was tired of pretending. He wasn't made for it; he never had been. He was different than the Bat she'd had back home. That Bat thrived on the facade in some strange way. However much he hated it, he loved it too. He was a very different man. A harder man, crueler and much less kind. He would never say he was tired of pretending. But this man, he'd always been different, and she suspected that was why he had such a hard time with the batfamily. He actually cared what they thought. Her Bat? Not so much. "You're different, so why wouldn't your Gotham be?" She said it fondly, like it was a good thing. "My Gotham was a nightmare, but it was different too. It was easier, in a way. Worse in others. This Gotham is kinder. Or, once, it was." Not anymore. Not to her, at least. Maybe not to any of them. "You're not alone, you know. I ran into Babs. She ended up in here by mistake, while looking for a new door."
She considered not answering about where she would be staying, and she swirled the gin in the glass and took her seat again. "I'm not sure. I want to go home, but there's not place for me there, and I'm so tired of being bitter and hurt. Tony asked me to leave Marvel, and I want to respect his wishes. So, yes, I think I'll be staying here." She had no idea he was thinking of Robert, or she would have cleared the air there. Either way, she wasn't surprised when he just echoed that of course; she wasn't expecting anything more.
"Are all of us wrong? None of us are from here, Bruce. None of us are from this Gotham." But she knew what he meant, she did, and she sighed eventually. "Who am I to talk? I left this Gotham because it became my own personal hell." Candor, unintentional, and she took another sip of her drink. "You still think dying would have been preferable to coming back?" She thought she knew the answer, but she asked anyway.
And she downed the glass when he winced. "No- Don't- I didn't mean to say that." It was true, but she was trying to get over all those aches, those things that hurt so deep in her soul that sometimes she thought she would never be able to carve the hurt out.