NINJAMEME MASTERPOST 8|

[whatfriendsdo]

I have nothing to say here DEAL W/I.

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[cowled]

[He spreads his hands out, palm-up.]

That depends on what you might do with the information.

[whatfriendsdo]

What, you don't trust me? [Whoops, bitter.]

[cowled]

[He doesn't flinch. What he does do is shut the door to the room and take a small device out of his pocket, which he activates. A signal jammer. State of the art.]

Anger, resentment and bitterness can all cause a person to act outside what's normal for them.

[whatfriendsdo]

You think I'm the type for that. [A half-question.] I might try to break your ribs with hospital equipment but Jesus, Wayne. I'm not going to do something that could get you or your boys or Alfred killed.

[cowled]

No. I don't think you're the type for that, but I've been wrong before.

[He's been wrong so many times. Jezebel most recently. He's never had great faith in his ability to choose women who won't try to kill or ruin him.]

[whatfriendsdo]

[The implications of that statement fetch up against her temper. It stops her headlong charge to barb him until she gets a reaction.

Someone he'd cared about put him and everyone in his life at risk, when handed the truth. Murphy closes her eyes. She wants to hit him still. She wants to hold his hand. She wants to know why he didn't say something when they were alone on the ice, but the forgiving part of her knows why and can't argue with his reasons.]

Your boys know. [It's not a question. How could they not?] Alfred. There have to be others.

[She massages the corners of her eyes, grateful that she didn't lose fingers to frostbite but not so thankful for the way they burn against their bandages.] Let's. Pretend for a second I didn't put the pieces together. Let's pretend you came to visit, I was happy to see you, it stayed simple, you left again. Would you have told me? Would you ever have told me?

[cowled]

There are others. Some are enemies.

[Talia and Ra's. Strange. Bane. Thomas. To name a merry few.

I--

[He stops. Tries again.]

I knew you were smart enough to figure it out eventually. A part of me wanted you to. It's... easier. When people find out for themselves. Than it is for me to tell them.

[That's probably one of the most honest admissions he's made in a while. He looks away.]

If we grew close enough to warrant it. Yes. I would have told you.

[Probably not without prompting. From Dick, or Alfred or Tim. But he would have.]

[whatfriendsdo]

[She eases her fingers between his, holding on lightly enough not to hurt him or herself. Murphy watches their linked hands. She wonders if she's changed, or if it's the fact that he didn't keep her in the dark for her own protection that makes this different.

As hard as he clearly makes things for himself, she can forgive him wanting this to be easier. Inhale. Exhale.

She's been dating Batman. Objectively, kind of awesome.

Keep breathing. Reorient her thinking.]

...Have you ever actually played a single game of polo? [Teasing? Maybe a little.]

[cowled]

[He arches one eyebrow. It's not quite surprise.]

Mm. That's classified information, I'm afraid.

[His tone is at odds with the words. He may as well be asking 'Are we going to be all right?']

[whatfriendsdo]

[Are they? She draws her hand out of his and rests both on her lap. Her palm is bleeding again from trying to clock him with the IV stand.]

...Don't lie to me again. Tell me if it's something you have to keep secret, but don't lie to me again.

[cowled]

All right.

[That's... probably the most reasonable reaction he's ever had to this sort of conversation, honestly. Someone who understands that not everything can be shared.

If she didn't have her place in his heart before this, she'd have earned it with that single sentence. His fingers flex against the side of the cot and he pulls away, the entire motion something of a flinch.]

[whatfriendsdo]

[When he pulls back, for a second she's terrified she's said the wrong thing. Wouldn't be the first time. Definitely won't be the last. She holds her breath until she can speak without nerves, as gruff and impersonal as possible.]

You okay?

[cowled]

[He smiles. Just a little.]

I'll be better once you're out of this hospital room. I can get them to release you, if you'd prefer. We-- I have all the necessary equipment to continue any treatments you need in the Manor.

[whatfriendsdo]

Really? [That startles the cool distance right out of her. She's not sure what she thought would change, with the truth in the open. Her track record with significant others sticking around through the first big speedbump hasn't exactly been stellar. With the promise of reasonable honesty, maybe there's no reason for him to leave, but she still half-expected it.]