One of them tried to get us into a club with his influence, but the bouncer turned him away. He was being a jerk, so I decided to buy the club myself and invite everyone in except for him.
Because I do recall you spending a good deal of time since we've known one another pointing out how much my family's bank account really does matter. There had to have been a reason for that.
Yeah, because you didn't get what life is like outside of your little castle
[Didn't. He's stayed with her, seen how she lives, how plenty of people live in Gotham - she thought he'd remember those lessons, even if sometimes he puts his foot in his mouth.]
[There was a lengthy pause on his end, and for a time, he thought about just not responding. Except no, that wouldn’t work with her. She needed an answer. Even if it wasn’t necessarily the whole truth.]
[He wasn’t ready to tell her the whole truth.]
I had a greater purpose then.
But that purpose is gone now. There’s nothing left except to be the spoiled brat everyone expects me to be. Maybe this really is who I am underneath it all.
[She doesn't buy it, not for an instant, that this could possibly who he really is. She knows who he is, better than he does apparently, and a party boy is not it.]
you're just taking the easy way out of whatever's bugging you
[...except, the worst part of it all was that he suspected she actually might. She had killed someone before, too, and although her family situation was somewhat different from his...]
[But, no, he was still trying to block off that train of thought.]
[There may have been a small, subconscious goad...but it was actually less about making her jealous and more trying to prove her prior statement wrong. About him not knowing anyone besides her and Alfred. To prove that his world was, in fact, expanding.]
[His next response was to text her the address.]
I'll be sure your name is on the list. You shouldn't have any trouble getting in.
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