Re: Near the entrance: Bat/Cat
His uncertainty made her smile for a moment; she wasn't accustomed to it in him. "Eddie and Stephanie love you," she said simply, when he stated that they would rather hear about her departure from someone other than him. She didn't immediately make the connection between his words and the assumption he believed they would make if carried the message to them. Instead, she focused on his statement about his sacrifice having not done any good, and she shook her head. "No one can ruin this for them. They're so caught up in each other, that they aren't even noticing anything else," she promised, another look beyond his shoulder to where the bride twirled on purple sneakers. Her smile was unusually wistful. "You were right when you said they were lucky," she commented, her attention returning to him. "Gotham is selfish, Bruce. They want you back, and they don't understand why you need to be gone. They can only see their own loss," she said with a calm that said she was familiar enough with that demon not to raise her voice over it. "Twist it around in your head. Instead of seeing the bad, think of the fact that they want you. And if you even try to say they want the Bat? Not you? I will claw you," she added with a grin, despite the fact that she'd likely do nothing of the sort. She was making him uncomfortable enough just by having this conversation with him.
Oh, she didn't want the dismayed understanding that suffused his features once he realized what she meant about Harley. "No, you're not allowed to feel sorry for me. Men leave women every single day. I'll get over it. I'm just a little dramatic about things," she added, a touch of apology in her voice. Because whether she liked it or not? She was having a lot more trouble with this moving on thing than she liked to admit.
The touch to her shoulder actually wasn't entirely surprising, and she only turned back around because of his tone, and because of how tentative that touch seemed; it didn't suit him. "I still don't know why she showed me. I didn't ask. She didn't tell," she managed, her voice admirably even. She scanned his face with mossy green eyes, trying to determine if he was telling her the truth, if he hadn't believe Harley's attempts to be guided by her. In the end, she sighed. "The conversation with Harley was just embarrassing, Bruce, and that's not your fault. I doubt you enjoyed having it any more than I enjoyed reading it," She explained.
She might have kept on, said things she would regret later, maybe. But his next few sentences made it an absolute certainty that she would say something she regretted. "Who said I was leaving because of you?" she asked, a touch of closed gap between them, black against grey, and she was terrible about personal space. "And pathetic as it is, I wanted to see you, so why would I want you to keep your distance?" She subtracted that step, giving him room again that wasn't crowded black and heat. "I'm the one who makes you uncomfortable, Bruce. Not the other way around. I don't know how to fix that anymore. Touching you doesn't work, and talking only makes you think I want things you can't give me. But I don't want this," she said, a wave of her hand and candor. "I want you to be happy, and if I'm making this uncomfortable for you? I'll go. Rogues don't like weddings unless they're stealing things from them, and I feel a little honor-bound to refrain this evening." She hadn't raised her voice during that entire speech, and she looked back at the lights, and she listened to the music for a second. "I came alone for a reason. I didn't think I'd last the evening, you or no you. I don't know, there's something about this that makes me think of loss. I don't think that was the point." Her smile was wistful. "You don't make me uncomfortable," she repeated. "Dance with the bride. Wish the groom well."