Re: Fashion District: Clementine & Holly
[Holly knew what it was men saw when they looked at her. She was cheap, the same way she went looking in Gotham back-alleys for clothes that dropped off trucks and bruised fruit that had somehow mysteriously gotten lost on route to market. She was a bargain and she already knew men liked girls young. She gave Clementine a look that was healthy skepticism and turned back to the mirror that lied pretty about the way she looked. It was the lights, or the angle of the glass, but it couldn't make anything out of her that she wasn't.
And she didn't ask about the brother-in-law, relief too light, spreading wings inside her chest. Bruce hadn't had a kid with this woman and that? That was an upside because she was pretty sure that would go down like concrete. But Bruce cheating? that didn't sit right. She wasn't good and she wasn't bad and she looked at Clementine, unblinking, without rushed reassurances to tell her she was okay.]
Why aren't you good? [Legitimate question, stood in a changing room and she shrugged her shoulders in her cheap bra. There was other stuff, crammed into a drawer in the apartment she hadn't gone back to: cheap scratchy lace and bright colored silky stuff. The kind that peeled off right after work.] I like it, okay? [But it was old and it was faded and it didn't exactly fit right but it wasn't like she could fit into Selina's stuff even if she'd wanted to.
She looked at the sweater in the mirror and she fidgeted with the soft, soft hem.] It's not exactly me. But I don't think I'm meant to be me so much anymore. [And the ladies shuttled off to fetch bright and Holly's expression cleared a little.] Thanks.