Re: Chinatown Apt: Robert/Selina
"I think we all say stupid things, Robert. I'm not exactly the best conversationalist. I hurt people all the time. I? Can be a serious bitch." It made her think of her conversation with Edward, the one where he'd told her he didn't care if she was a bitch sometimes. "Everyone has their asshole moments. Maybe it wasn't like that for you," she suggested, tired and soft, and she was perfectly aware that she didn't understand his prior relationship, which sounded healthy in a way that just couldn't exist for a girl that had been raised in her world.
"Helena needs something we can't give her. I could message her right now, and it wouldn't go well. She's looking for people who aren't here. We don't react like her parents, and she's burned so many bridges in the Batfamily. Bruce held out with her the longest, and he doesn't want to see her anymore." She chuckled, mirthless and brittle. "You know, that girl had the perfect upbringing. Her parents were married, apparently we were crazy for each other. She loved them, they loved her. Her father made her his Robin. I've always wondered why she didn't have any coping skills. Maybe all that healthiness made her weak." It was the best thing she could think of.
She leaned against the wall, arms crossed over her sore middle and her green gaze traveling to the knapsack again. She understood the desire to run. After all, she always ran. Usually, she wanted to be chased. Sometimes, though, she didn't. She wasn't sure if he wanted to be chased. She couldn't tell. "Where do you want to go?" she asked objectively. She still didn't understand why, not really, but she wanted to. "So, we make you vulnerable, and you have to leave." That was what she was hearing, and her arms crossed tighter against her middle.
"Let's leave what I'm going through alone." After all, it hadn't actually come up, and she was starting to do better, standing there, distance, and her nightmares weren't going anywhere. At least he was talking. "Is this because we fought?" she had to ask. It was small, nothing, but she had to ask. "Is it Loki? Is it Gwen? Is it Tony? Or is it all of it put together?" She moved away from the eggs, her stomach cramping and the smell making her nauseous. "What do you need, Robert?"