Carrie had crossed her arms over her chest. Her face was blank as he spoke. He didn't need to be the world's greatest detective to know she was doing her best to stay emotionless. She was very much on the defensive here. Had it been different, had she been able to come to him, she imagined it wouldn't have been so hard. But he was here, at her home, and she didn't have anything to hide behind.
"It's not fair," Carrie said. "You left and then you come back old. If we stay mad at you - and most of us will stay mad at you - we're the bad guys because it happened to you so long ago. You're not the same Bruce that left. I get that. I just... don't care." She'd managed to keep her tone even, but it grew more heated as she went on. "You want to beg me? Go the fuck ahead, Bruce. You left and you didn't even say goodbye. Do you remember the note you left?" She laughed and could almost taste the bitterness on her tongue. "I had this plan that when you came back - when Dick dragged you back - I'd leave you the same kind of note telling you that I'm not yours anymore. I'm not Robin anymore, either." She looked down. "If you didn't realize how much you would hurt me by leaving, maybe you didn't know me like I thought you did."