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[sclinaxkyle-blog]

♠ dealing with the broody mofo here of course

on bruce wayne 

Selina has plenty of problems with Bruce. She doesn’t like that he recruits kids for his crusade, she doesn’t like that he’s always so adamant on doing everything on his own, she doesn’t like how he is so emotionally unavailable to the people around him, especially, it feels like, when they might need him most. Still, there’s so much she admires in him and so much that she has grown to love about him that she can’t stop the magnetism that draws her back to him over and over again. 

[sclinaxkyle-blog]

Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself.

“I hate you.” 

Selina shook her head, backing up away from him. She ran hand over her hair, the hood of her costume hanging from her shoulders as she thought about what he said. She refused to be pinned down, refused to allow others to trap her in a place for too long, but guess what? She had done that to herself. He had pinched a nerve and it hurt and she hated him. 

“I hate you so much.”

A hand raised to her lips, and she pressed down on the space around her mouth, her other arm wrapping around her torso as she closed her eyes, feeling tears escape from the corners of her eyes, angry and hot and frustrated and absolutely unwanted. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t break in front of him. 

“I hate you.”

Turning away from Bruce, she pressed her thumbs against her cheeks to wipe away the tears that were falling now. Staring out at the city, she felt removed from all of it—isolated, in a sense—and she considered diving out of that window and just running until she couldn’t run anymore. She was about to do it, in fact, wiping more tears from her cheeks when she felt it.

His hand on her back. 

Selina shook her head. 

“I hate you,” she whispered, turning to wrap her arms around him.

[sclinaxkyle-blog]

We don’t belong to each other.

Selina was seething as she tore the hood off her head, pulling the goggles off her face and almost tearing the material of her suit as she felt a rage swelling up inside her.

“I don’t care if we don’t belong to each other, you can’t just do that to me. Do you understand?” 

She drew her hand back to slap him, but she never met his skin as he grabbed her wrist, and Selina struggled against his grip for a moment before she finally drove her knee into his stomach, pushing him away from her. 

“You’re not allowed to just disappear. Everyone said you were dead, Bruce. That you were dead!” 

Her voice was getting shrill now, and she had to walk a few steps away from him, her hand running angrily over her head and gripping at her hair. She shook her head again, a hand lowering to her mouth and clasping over it for a moment as she choked back a sob that threatened to appear at her lips.

She pressed the tears from her eyes, shaking her head again. 

“I refuse to just wait for you to come home from the war like some goddamn house wife,” she said, turning around. “You don’t do that to me ever. Do you understand?”

Her anger welled up again and she wanted to hit him once more. 

“Say something, dammit!” 

[diickiebird-blog]

“Life is pain, Dick. Anybody who says otherwise is selling something.”

He scoffed, taking two steps back as he was suddenly overcome with the need to physically remove himself from this conversation. His jaw tensed as he took a second to try to breathe evenly, to bring himself back down from the red he was currently seeing before he said something he would regret.

After a moment he shook his head, the breath of a laugh on his lips even though the situation was clearly anything but funny.

“That’s just it for you, isn’t it? No loopholes, no exceptions. The world is a dirty, awful, nightmare of a place, and there’s nothing anybody can do to change it.”

He took a deep, shaky breath, hoping to steady himself a bit because it felt like his entire body was vibrating with emotion.

“Well I can’t live like that. I refuse to. I won’t be you.”

[ofgunsandhoods-blog]

“How many times are you going to do that, exactly?”

Jason looked at Bruce with a tilted head, holding up the gun and sending another shot into the small crowd of the Joker’s henchmen who were cowering behind Batman—a strange sight, to say the least, but the bat who would just mess you up a little was better than the hood who would kill you without thinking about it. He felt a smirk press into his lips.

“Just one more. I’m done.”

The gun in his hand went off again. 

“Whup, one more, one more. I’m done now.”

[sclinaxkyle-blog]

“Thanks and all, but that makes me feel like a low-class escort, so.”

“Oh, come on. You’re really telling me you don’t want a ride home?” Selina sat up on the motorcycle, taking her helmet off and shaking out her dark hair, running her fingers through it as she slouched slightly on the bike to rest her arms on the small windshield that rose in front of her when she was riding it. 

She tilted her head. “I know that you didn’t bring the Rolls to this neighborhood. You’re in your civvies, come on, what’s so wrong about getting a ride home from me? Is this some deep-seated ‘I must always be the one to do the saving’ mentality? Or, even worse, something about not being saved by a woman? Because I’ll have you know, I can save you any day.”

Selina paused, holding her helmet for a moment before she conceded. 

“Okay, maybe, I shouldn’t have said ‘hey, baby, need a ride?’ when I pulled up.”

[iwontbeoverlooked]

“Are you going to answer the question or continue to make this weird?”

“Umm… I’m gonna go with continue making it weird.” He said.

Well, it was kinda difficult to explain to one of the scariest superheroes of them all why you were running after one of their sidekicks holding a dead chicken in one hand and a big shell in the other. So for a few more moment he shrugged and went back to chasing Robin, mumbling nonsense which he hoped the other hadn’t guessed was nonsense until he pulled some badass (though Zach would never tell him they were) acrobatic moves and ended up flying out of a window. 

At which point Zach lost it and started cackling, bent over from the force of his laughter, “A-a,” he managed to force himself to be calm for a moment, “yawA.” he said, causing the chicken and shell to vanish.

Straightening himself up he caught sight of the caper crusader still giving him… ‘A look’. He didn’t know it is was ‘The Look’ but it a ‘A Look’ nonetheless. “I ain’t spilling.” he said, sticking his hands on his hips and definitely not pouting.

The other just stared. “I mean, there’s technically nothing to spill, I did nothing wrong.” he said, he had to say something right? “He started it!” Zach pointed at the window, “He offended me! That’s like, a crime! He tried to tell me science could outdo magic and that is just plain stupid and wrong on so many levels.”

Again a brief interlude of silence, would he just stop looking!? “So I uh, conjured up a chicken, and a shell… and told him I was gonna steal his voice Little-Mermaid-Style and proceeded to chase him around making y’know, light and voice effects and… Stuff….” he sort of petered out figuring his, frankly hilarious prank wasn’t gonna get a laugh out of Batman if anything it could get him punched.

“May I take this moment to remind you that Zatanna is my cousin and she’d be very upset with you if you killed me and hid my body under the floorboards!”

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