Re: Locked: Robert/Selina
I'm not exactly conducive to level and calm, am I?
Want isn't the right word. But I'm tired of being a thorn, a pebble in a shoe. Maybe it's perception, maybe it's not. Either way, you can't deny that me even being around makes Pepper break out into hives, makes Captain Justice cry into his flag. I understand why, but it'll just happen again if I stay. It's me. It's who I am.
[...] Actually, it's us. Gotham. You're talking to Jaybird now, Helena, Death. We bleed over, Robert. We can't help ourselves.