*: ･ﾟ✧ batman the enemy within ( part four.)
“ seriously, what is this thing?”
“ give me a few weeks and i’ll know all your secrets.”
“ i’m being serious. this is above your pay-grade.”
“ you’re lucky i’m here to help.”
“ let me take a crack at it.”
“ i can help you get to the bottom of this.”
“ all right, if you think you can help, be my guest.”
“ all right, then. time to crack this puzzle.”
“ we don’t have to talk about this right now.”
“ we’ll get this taken care of in no time.”
“ i just came by to ask you a few questions.”
“ sorry for the unannounced visit.”
“ oh, everyone’s in some amount of trouble.”
“ after everything you’ve been through, i don’t know how you still do it.”
“ why do you continue to help ___?”
“ sorry about that. what were you saying?”
“ i was saying you’re a bit of a mystery.”
“ what, uh… what is it you want?”
“ anything i can help with?”
“ come to think of it, you’ve been associated with quite a few psychopaths over the years.”
“ i wouldn’t go that far.”
“ the criminally insane, they seem drawn to you.”
“ either that, or you’re often in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“ i’ve had my fair share of crazies knocking on my door.”
“ from the sound of it, you two were… close.”
“ several people got hurt.”
“ sounds like you two were pretty close to me.”
“ i did not agree to that.”
“ i have nothing to hide.”
“ i think it’s all an elaborate mask.”
“ maybe you’re afraid. maybe you don’t trust us… or maybe you’re a criminal.”
“ maybe you’re not the hero people think you are.”
“ it’s time for you to leave.”
“ i’m coming down to help.”
“ we really made a difference, didn’t we?”
“ you were always there for me. from the very beginning.”
“ to lose him / her like this. it’s… it’s hard to bear.”
“ i’m glad to see your sense of duty still reigns supreme.”
“ i still can’t believe he / she’s gone.”
“ none of this… none of this feels real.”
“ just thought there’d be more time.”
“ i’m sorry. i know i shouldn’t blame you.”
“ hey, hey hey. it’s okay. let it out.”
“ i’m just trying to wrap my head around it all.”
“ i saw his / her remains. there… there was hardly anything left.”
“ i will tell you soon, just not here.”
“ it’s not the right time.”
“ what are you mixed up in?!”
“ fine, just… tell me one thing.”
“ forgive you? i hope you can forgive yourself.”
“ so sorry, really. it’s such a shame… at least he went out with a BANG, right?!”
“ well, no, but judging by all the lovely people here, he must’ve been quite a man. either that, or he left a lot of money.”
“ just saying, (s)he seems popular. much beloved.”
“ seriously? this guy is with you?”
“ geez, that’s quite a grip. gonna leave a bruise for sure.”
“ what are you doing here?!”
“ i told you i’d see you again, didn’t i?”
“ you and me, we’re two threads in the same stitch.”
“ look, i got you a little something, just to mark the occasion.”
“ i knew you’d be hurting, see. i thought it might make you feel better.”
“ um, thank you, that’s… very considerate of you.”
“ oh, good. i wasn’t sure. first time at a funeral, you see.”
“ people get upset at the littlest things.”
“ it hasn’t, um… it hasn’t been easy for me out here, you know?”
“ it’s the freedom that gets to you. it’s so damn much of it you hardly know what to do with it.”
“ sometimes i miss those padded walls.”
“ it was my home. and home is where the heart is.”
“ would you… just sit down?”
“ you are crashing my friend’s funeral. you better have a good reason.”
“ i need that favor you owe me.”
“ you’re gonna do right by me, aren’t you?”
“ i knew the moment we met, friends for life.”
