Re: Drinks: Selina/Dick
[She understood. God, did she understand. Even having run away herself, she knew how it felt to be abandoned by Bruce Wayne, and she knew it in her bones. She understood.] He's so much better, Dickie. I'm worried it'll fall apart for him, but right now? I haven't seen him this good ever, not here, not this Bruce.
[She laughed when he squeezed her hand and talked of understanding.] Dickie, everyone has been telling me for years that I don't understand this man. My Bat? My Bat was an asshole, and I never knew Bruce Wayne. We slept together from the time I was a teenager, and he never told me who he was. He wasn't very nice. We're all flying blind when it comes to this version of Bruce, but I can tell you this: He just wants people to know him, not their versions of him. He doesn't know how to be that other man.
[His response to that loaded question? It made her smile a warm, fondly drunken smile.] You're such a sweet bat, fingerstripes. [She squeezed his fingers, touched his cheek, and she slid off the barstool with an uneven little step.] Tell him how you feel. Let him do the same. Bruce doesn't get angry. He feels- He feels like he's insufficient. This version? Cares about those things. I don't think mine ever thought he wasn't good enough. And who cares what suits you wear while you fix this place? [She grinned drunkenly.] I'll lend you mind. You'd look good in it. Just ask Babs.
[She held out her arm, and her smile said she wouldn't forget about the job thing. No, not at all.]