" I'D NEVER TREAT ME THIS SHITTY ," - @batfall .
" oh don't start with me - " tension is held in your jaw and carries through your lips, neatly pursed with a sliver of teeth barred. the turn of your stomach is the only indication you have that maybe this time: you've pushed yourself too far. it's not unlike you to carry your own world on your shoulders, take on so much until you crack... despite the control you now have over yourself, your life, there's still a fear that boils deep inside you ( before, to be sick or to speak out meant no money, no money meant no food, no rent, no water or power / no, this isn't your life anymore and yet you find it more than difficult to let go of ).
" you don't have a business to run, people to sell to... you're a one man show, so don't, do not start with me about how shitty you think i'm treating myself. " your voice is slightly raised, blue eyes flicked over your shoulder accompanied with the faintest of furrowed brows before you turn back to the stack of documents complied on your desk. it's ironic, really: sleepless, hungry, and now at your own volition. " i have two girls right now, one's trying to get a place to live and a job here in gotham, one's trying to get an apartment in new york... i have to think about the fact that we open in two hours and cobblepot is breathing down my neck about something with the courts, the kings, and i can't find anything about it anywhere but i swear to god i know i heard it! " eyes shut for a moment and fingers curl up into the last page you laid your gaze on. " do not lecture me right now, i could not bear it. "