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[She holds up two fingers.]

You got two choices. You wanna smoke, or you wanna drink more?

[Bruce was...confused. This was his "challenge"? It...didn't seem like the greatest means of proving how normal he could be.]

I don't smoke.

[He was confident enough that it wasn't not normal to leave it at that.]

[She snorts a little, because that's exactly the response she expected. Still, she allows it.]

Fine. Normal kids who want to drink have to bribe someone else to buy for them. They don't just buy clubs. So you take these, and you go like twelve blocks that way. [She points.]

Then you find a corner store, and you ask some bum to buy you a couple six packs of the cheapest beer he can get.

[He waited for more. Surely, there had to be more.]

...that's it?

[He looked down at the money in his hand. $40. Refusing to admit he had no idea if that seemed like a lot or not enough--(at the very least, he did know it was enough for cheap beer)--he turned the crumpled bills over a couple times.]

Alright. I can do that. No problem.

[She smiles at him. It's not a hard task, sure - but she's sure he'll weird it up somehow.

And if he doesn't, then they'll drink some shitty beer on a roof, and that'll really be normal.

Patting his shoulder, she brushes past him to head back toward the stairs.]

Just don't take too long. Oh, and keep an eye out for cops. Your conscience might shrivel up and die if you get a bum arrested.

[He frowned. No, he definitely didn't want that. Getting someone arrested over a silly bet. He would have to think this over. Approach it smart. ...was that the normal thing to do? Probably. Even normal teenagers could be smart, right?]

I'll be back soon.

[He turned to head for the door exiting the rooftop.]

[His frown makes her grin. He's already over thinking it, and that makes it worth it. Either he'll come back empty handed and she'll - well she'll have to think of something more interesting than emptying his wallet, but there's time for that - or he'll bring the beer back and she'll have to stop calling him weird.

Ugh, that would suck.

She waves to him.]

I'll be here. Probably.

[She's not really dressed to follow on the rooftops, and she's really bummed about that suddenly.]

[He disappeared, and despite being drunk, didn't seem to stumble once in his decent.]

[All was quiet for roughly the next half hour. Somewhere around that time, he returned. Looking...slightly worse for the wear. There was the beginnings of a light shiner beneath one eye, his hair was even more rustled than before, and his clothing had a tear on one arm. And in his hands was...a single six-pack.]

...okay, does it count if I ended up getting into a fight with the bum's friends over the beer?

Because they started it.

[She spends the time city watching, and when he returns she's sitting on the lip of the roof, legs swinging over open air. She doesn't think on her fall often - purposefully - but she's glad that the experience didn't give her a fear of heights.

There's even a bottle next to her, some brand of champagne that she filched from downstairs while he was gone. It's still mostly full.

Turning when she hears him coming back, Selina bursts out laughing.]

Are you serious?

[She swings her legs back onto the roof, hopping down so she can approach him.]

I dunno, fighting a bum is pretty weird. [Reaching for his face, she turns his head for a better look at his eye, letting go when she's satisfied it's not that bad.]

But I guess you did it, so...[She pulls a beer free, and waits for him to ask for his winnings.]

[Happy to be the source of your amusement Selina.]

[Truth be told, at that point, Bruce had nearly forgotten about his victory so much as:]

...can I have my wallet back now?

[She snorts, but pulls the wallet free from some hidden pocket in her dress, and hands it over.]

Don't worry. Everything's there.

[And it is: she's not interested in stealing from him. Not beyond the occasional car ride, anyway.]

I figured it would be.

[He knew what Selina was like around rich wallets. But he also trusted her enough to want to believe she wouldn't pull the same thing on him. They were...whatever they were, after all.]

[That satisfies her into a smile. After everything, sometimes she doubts that he still knows her, and was bracing for the offense of him checking his wallet. When it doesn't happen, she offers him the beer.]

All in all, not bad, B.

[He accepted the beer almost without thinking, popping open the tab as he moved to find a spot to sit down. Preferably somewhere he could lean his back against support.]

That's pretty high praise coming from you.

[She follows, smoothing her dress down so she can sit next to him. Getting things dirty has never been a particular concern for her, not even the few nice things she owns.

Nudging him with her elbow, she smirks, recalling one of their early escapades.]

I can be nice.

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