"it never is," he scoffed as he kicked off his last shoe. Kit brushed past Evan, avoiding her gaze. He was halfway to the living room when he stopped in his tracks and shook his head. āNo, you know what. Weāre not playing this game. Iām not playing this game.ā Kit spun around to face her, and to no surprise at all, she was already staring back at him. āItās only been two days, Evan. You go back out there now and youāll break another fucking bone. You see that?ā he said, pointing to her right hand. āThatās your fucking wrist in a splint.ā It did not escape him that he was being what one might call the most massive hypocrite in Gotham city, but that didnāt matter to him. He could break one arm and go out the next day just to break the other (but that was because he was both stubborn and an idiot). Evan? Well, sure,Ā maybe she was just as stubborn - but she was smart too, and far too important to be stumbling back into the apartment at three am covered in blood and rain soaked boots. āI need you to listen to me, Evan. Not just hear me.ā