Re: comm: bruce/selina
[She groans.] I'm never logical. I refuse to be logical when I'm dying. [With as much exaggeration as she can muster.] Screw everything and come rescue me. [A quiet chuckle.] That felt better, even if I don't mean it. [She's quieter after a pause, as if she's listening for something while she talks.] Forties, huh? Any plans for that decade, Mr. Wayne? [There isn't even a missed beat as the gun gets re-cocked, and she fires at nothing at all, breathing quick and the bullet ricocheting off metal and hitting nothing at all.] One heartbeat. One heartbeat. [Exhale.] Here and there. [A thready smile.] Really?