Re: Batcave: Cat & Bat
His question? Unexpected. She looked at him. Oh, did she ever, because that was a big admission he was asking for. Maybe he didn't realize it. But trust was a hard-won thing in Gotham. She had friends, but that didn't mean she trusted them, and that was just a rogue's mantra. Look at what trusting Ivy had gotten her, and hadn't Harley strung her up for her beloved Joe?
No, trust wasn't high on her list of things to do.
But his head tipped to the side like that, it was hard to resist. Well, she could always blame it on the toxin. "I've trusted you before, and it's never worked out for me." Another Bat. Another world. This Bat. This world. But she exhaled, slow and steady. "I do. Don't make me sorry." It almost sounded like the threat she intended it to be, but there was a little too much pleading there for it to sound menacing at all.
She wanted to believe that handwave. Just like she wanted to believe he wouldn't go back to Iris if she let him down. Oh, she was bound to let him down. It was her thing, wasn't it? And as much as she wanted to turn around, go back, ask him to come up to bed with her, if only until the walls around them weren't the old and familiar crumblings of an Egorovs orphanage anymore, she didn't.
"In that bed? How could I resist?" And then she was gone. And, really? A nap didn't sound all that bad.