Re: Drinks: Selina/Dick
[He smiled. He liked hearing that things didn't have to be that bad. That was something.] I know he is, but I keep poking at it anyway. I'm glad he's back. I'm glad you're both back. I wish I didn't care that he was back. It must be easier to be mad all the time instead of purring every time he pats me on the back. [He was smiling again, he was ready and able to note his issues. He always had been.] I think it's because I'm an awful boyfriend.
I wish you'd been here too. And I'm glad you both decided to come home. I know I said that, but I mean it, Selina.
[Getting good and shit faced seemed like a perfect idea, and if she was going to order one, then so was he.] It is. It's home. But what do I do? Get a respectable job? Hand the cowl back to Bruce, hang up the fingerstripes, settle down and hope Babs isn't miserable while we fuck up the next generation of Graysons? I don't want to do any of those things, even if they are all contradictory.