Re: Batcave: Cat & Bat
Maybe she was right. Maybe a family Christmas dinner hadn't been what she needed. But it was over, regardless. A the opportunity had passed. "You're entitled to being in a bad mood sometimes, Ms. Kyle," he told her. "Even if it is a very bad one." Bruce managed a smile of his own, a response to hers, and it warmed when she said he was a good man. He didn't agree, but he didn't disagree either. As for her desire to give up, to stop trying, accompanied by that bitter little laugh, he simply looked at her. "But you don't."
Lucy was beautiful; he nodded, because he couldn't argue with that. He saw how much Dick loved the baby already, how absolutely enamoured he was with her. Even if he still wasn't sure he could imagine that for himself, it was nice to see. "Yes. Have you seen her?" Pictures were one thing. To actually hold her, that was something else entirely.
He said nothing when she admitted that what Ivy thought didn't matter. He led her to a chair, where she could sit, get off her feet, lest the poison make her unsteady. "Drawing me out to play," he repeated, with audible disdain. He wondered if they ever tired of it, these rogues. Didn't the same endless cycle ever get repetitive? Didn't their games grow tiresome? Bruce didn't particularly enjoy tangling with poisonous women or psychopathic clowns. "I don't know. Aren't emotional crises more normal?"
The squeeze to his fingers made him smile again, and he squeezed hers in return. "Take off your coat. I'll need to test your blood."