Re: log: eddie/bruce at the door
It's my life. Mine to gamble. My choice. [He wasn't listening to himself closely, because if he did he would be able to pinpoint the flaws in his argument. Reason usually won out over emotion, but this time the latter had gained the lead, was stronger, and the more time that passed the less likely it was that he'd be able to maintain that. Bruce couldn't let the last conversation he and Selina had be one where she was delusional, barely aware of what was happening. Reality? Reality was the possibility of death, yes, but it was the possibility of losing her and not being there and he thought, irrationally, that maybe she'd keep fighting a little longer if he was physically present. Long enough to be cured, because there were no words to describe just how unprepared he was to bury another loved one.
He wasn't surprised that Eddie didn't move; he hadn't actually expected it to be that easy. Of course he knew there were people who needed him. Gotham. His family. He knew, but he was caught between them and her. His brow furrowed, and he squeezed the bridge of his nose between his fingers as though fighting back a headache.] What about her? What about Selina? She needs me, too. She's dying, Eddie. [He dropped his hand and spoke fiercely.] What if it was Stephanie? What if she didn't know how you felt because you'd wasted so much time, and you didn't know how much time you had left? You would go. I know you would.