𓂀 they’re hardly the most intriguing pair in attendance, but she understands the allure that practically magnetizes every lens in their direction, the sheer fascination that steadily grows from the absence of spectacle they both lead their lives. it’s not a question of whether the public will offer their attention, it's one of should they give it? perhaps their mystery should be taken as a caveat. because even though madeline knows so little of the wayne family herself, she’s under no false pretenses that their picket fence has remained snow white during their rise to power. “i’m fond of stringed symphonies,” there's a gentle incline of face towards him, sparing her the need to raise voice or overtake the pitter-patter against nylon. “but there’s something gratifying about the crescendo of percussion … overall it was lovely,” the words are proposed climatically, awaiting the sting of an insult. “although, their first chair violinist lacks a certain initiative necessary to be a strong leader.”
he’d been a well suited companion this evening, knowledgeable and stoic, eloquently spoken, but most importantly, he’s tolerable. she wouldn’t be crowning him in laurels, or singing high praise, but madeline believed in giving credit where credit was due. “i’m glad you invited me.” she’s kept tight to him since exiting the grandeur building; even with the umbrellas, the synchronous and graceful movements she make are far too skilled to have come without practice. “one of my favorite rooftops is about three blocks up from here, i’ll buy you a drink.” it isn’t posed as a question, it’s a statement - as if inevitable - without warning, she starts off the path they’d been walking, with every expectation that he will follow.
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