" you're an idiot. " ── @rcscue .
“ i don’t quite agree with thaa--ow! “ He exclaimed, catching the bottle of iced wine with one hand and absolutely missing the cold packet of meat she threw at him immediately after. Hitting him right where the bruise was alread showing discoloration. An ugly purple just below his rib. Broken, he’s sure of it. The impact is sharp and makes him lose the ability to breathe for a few seconds. Exhaling softly through his nostrils, he presses the cold bottle to his temple. The butt of it touched just above where he’d cut his lip.
He falls quiet, assessing his own situation. He had stumbled into her office. The closest thing within vicinity. His safe house still a few miles away. The only way he could get them off their tail was dropping from the Batwing and letting it swim around in circles in the nearby ocean until they grew tired of running around after an empty vessel. He saw her light on and risked it. He supposed what came after didn’t need any further explanation than that.
“ You were my safest bet. “ He replied to her silence, after some time. Putting down the bottle to pop it open and drink a mouthful. Parched and exhausted all in the same breath. “ I trust you’ll keep my secret. “
you’re an idiot / selective .












