Re: log: gatsby, bruce/selina
She wasn't sure if that echo was agreement or not, and when he added that of course she still wasn't sure. She was still considering when he said this Gotham wasn't kind, when asked if she would go back to her Gotham if she could, if it was better that what this one had become. The slur in the question just made her want to drink faster, drink more, but she'd never been the type of kitty cat to drown herself in booze, and she couldn't do it now. The loss of control that came with being drunk? It was even worse than acknowledging things she didn't want to acknowledge. "Yes, if it was just a choice between Gothams? I think I prefer mine. Syndicate, Trinity War, all of it. But probably not why you think. It has nothing to do with how bad the city is, and everything to do with my place in that city." She smiled the smallest bit, wry and mirthless. "I'm a narcissist. It's all about me."
"She left because she didn't know where she fit in," she clarified, though he hadn't asked. She clarified because he hadn't asked. She was going to explain the rest, the things that Babs had told her about Eddie taking Oracle's role. But, a beat, and looking at the man in the chair across from her, she held it back. He might consider it criticism; he didn't need that right now.
As for Tony liking her? She laughed, and it wasn't a pretty laugh. "I killed Tony, remember? He's worried I'll bring another plague or something equally terrible into Marvel, and that he won't be able to contain it this time. He and Robert want me there; they also want me away from Gotham permanently, and I can't do that. Tony gave me an ultimatum." She shrugged narrow shoulders, and she winced slightly when her right shoulder lifted.
"All is a pretty big word, Bruce," she said, when he claimed that all he'd done was hurt her. She watched him down that drink, and she was regarding him with unwavering mossy green eyes when he looked up. "Yes, I'm angry. I'm angry about getting shut out of anything important in the city I love in a way I never believed could happen. But this," she motioned back and forth between them, long fingers and a graceful turn of her wrist, "this has nothing to do with that." She was horrible at compartmentalization, remember? But it seemed an important distinction at the moment.