Re: Fashion District: Clementine & Holly
[The baby on the makeshift blanket didn't make a lot of noise. That, maybe, was Gotham - babies that didn't cry because people didn't listen to them, or babies that didn't fuss because they knew better. Holly liked it when the sounds indicated that this baby knew how to make noise. It was less depressing.
She didn't feel the need to argue the point. Gotham? Was sort of the perfect place for people out for themselves, even if she didn't think Clementine had originated here.] I think it's smart. The only person looking out for you for real is you. [And maybe the Bats in the mansion cared but the Bats she knew in particular had gone, one by one in a chain reaction and Holly thought caring about people was an anchor but one that could weigh you down if you needed to go.
She admired the pink, pink sweater and she laughed at the idea of her in plaid and then her face betrayed the moment she'd added Graham together with brother-in-law and the little baby on the carpet. So this was the woman from the party? The one Graham thought about? She looked back at the baby on the coat and the math? That didn't add up.]
You're Graham's? [Because it was as simple as that, people belonging to people and the insult to her current clothing glanced off. She reached blindly for the first shirt on the rack, jewel-purple, and dropped it over her head in response to the fussing of the attendants.]