[The burst of effort leaves her feeling wasted, shaking while she tries to stay upright. A dozen expletives try to choke their way out and turn into one short strangled sound. There's nothing else in easy reach to throw at him.]
You. [What does she want to call him? What does she want to say? Something to drive him off, drive him out, leave her alone with the shame of being...
Fooled. Tricked. Into thinking she knew a man whose life played on Gotham's rooftops and dark streets. Who never left the alley where his parents died.
A horrible kind of sense. Everything he's ever said to her that didn't quite seem in keeping with the time or place, every unexpected skill.
She covers her face in both hands and hates herself for the blush of humiliation fanning across her cheeks.] ...Why are you here?
[Bruce Wayne might have come because he wanted to see if a friend and lover was all right. Batman... Batman, she has no idea.]
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You. [What does she want to call him? What does she want to say? Something to drive him off, drive him out, leave her alone with the shame of being...
Fooled. Tricked. Into thinking she knew a man whose life played on Gotham's rooftops and dark streets. Who never left the alley where his parents died.
A horrible kind of sense. Everything he's ever said to her that didn't quite seem in keeping with the time or place, every unexpected skill.
She covers her face in both hands and hates herself for the blush of humiliation fanning across her cheeks.] ...Why are you here?
[Bruce Wayne might have come because he wanted to see if a friend and lover was all right. Batman... Batman, she has no idea.]