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[avatarfortruth]

[ Her smile is wry as his fingers curl over the back of her hand, but she doesn't move hers. ]

For too many things, I think. More than the gods may be willing to give.

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( within the silence held between them, the faint sound of rain begins to tap at the window there in the room and yet, bruce is unable to take that soft blue-eyed gaze off her, hand still gentle in the way it rests against her own.

after a moment, it slips away— he slips away in the sense of shifting back some on the bed and there's a sigh there on his lips as he tips his head back against the wall, staring off across the room despite the dark. )

This place it... twisted my parents up into... things. ( the grimace on his face when he says that. things. ) I couldn't stop them. I couldn't do anything to stop them and if Jason hadn't been there they would have...

( killed him. )

[avatarfortruth]

[ She lets him go, giving him space to think, to speak. ]

I am sorry.

[ She means it, feels it to the very core of herself. Her own glance drops away from his face, down to where her hand now rests on the blanket. ]

The last time I saw my mother, she had been... misled. By a witch, Circe. To see her that way was... painful.

[ Looking back up at him, she shakes her head. ]

What you saw was not your parents. Your parents loved you. They were good people.

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( his gaze drifts from across the room to her face and he stares to her for a long moment before he drops it again. down to the sheets. focusing on... nothing. just barely the sound of the rain against the window. )

Better than me.

[avatarfortruth]

[ The rain taps mournfully at the window, the only other sound aside from their quiet voices, the soft shift of sheets. Diana shakes her head at him. ]

No.

[ Clear and certain in her gentle voice. ]

You're a good man, too.

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( he's unable to look at her as she says that — as she says it so genuinely, he feels. a slow lick of his lips, teeth drag over his bottom lip then and he sets the cup of water aside on the bedside table, shifting some as he does, as if to get out of bed. )

I don't know.

[avatarfortruth]

[ Her smile shines, pale as moonlight in the dark. ]

Shall I retrieve the lasso and prove it to you?

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( he's about to slip out of bed, knee bent some pressed against the mattress beneath the sheets when she goes and says that and he looks to her. wary. )

I don't know if I trust that.

[avatarfortruth]

[ She lifts her brows at him, curious. ]

The lasso? Why not?

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You said it would let me see into your soul and you into mine.

( no one needs to see the sort of darkness that resides within him. )

[avatarfortruth]

That is a dilemma. But one easily solved.

[ The mattress dips as she gets to her feet and goes back around the bed to where she'd set the lasso on the table there. Wrapping a length of it around her hand, she looks at him, the light from the lasso gently illuminating her.

As always, the truth is easy to speak. ]

You're a good man.

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( he watches her as she moves — as she gingerly wraps the lasso around her hand. things like this... magical truth-telling lassos are not anything from his gotham — not anything he's encountered in any shape or form prior to finding himself here. it's still... strange to witness — to be around it as if it's commonplace and he wonders, if he ever ends up back in his gotham, if he'll come across all of this.

come across her, even. )

You don't have to comfort me. ( he says then, looking down some. ) Don't have to... reassure me.

[avatarfortruth]

You keep saying that.

[ She lets the lasso coil again on the table, steps towards him. ]

What I have to do. What I don't have to do. As though every moment I've spent with you, every word I've spoken to you, were not my choice to spend or speak as I will.

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( maybe it's a testament to his lack of spending time around others — of his only ever really being on his own, save for alfred and the staff around the manor. of how there's no justice league, no robins or hoods that he's taken under his wing. how, much like here, for the most part, it's just him.

glancing over to her, he sighs with his eyes before he looks back across the room. )

Don't get your lasso tangled up in a knot, princess.

[avatarfortruth]

[ Impossible to describe how she feels to hear that title in his rough, quiet voice, the way she's heard it so many times before. The small shocks of recognition, the deep well of relief that opens up deep inside herself.

Somehow, it never sounds like a title, coming from his lips. She tips her chin up, watching him with laughing eyes, her words serene. ]

It never tangles.

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( for a moment, he's in a sort of disbelief at that until he gives a slight huff and looks across the room. )

I wasn't being literal.

[avatarfortruth]

[ Her mouth twists, amused, and she comes closer, back around the bed toward. ]

Regardless. Kindly cease telling me what I do not have to do, Bruce. Assume I already know and choose to do it anyway.

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( glancing over to her, he lets his gaze linger on her for maybe a little longer than he should. )

That go with everything?

[avatarfortruth]

Yes.

[ Stopping where she is, the rain pattering on the window filling the quiet in the room. ]

Everything.

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( sitting there on the bed, he doesn't let his gaze stray from her, not even when a low rumbling of thunder rolls through the sky above them. the rain picks up some — pats a little harder against the window, and bruce just sits there. looking to her. watching the way a fleeting flash of lightning illuminates her face — the curve of her shoulder within the darkness of the room. )

[avatarfortruth]

And for you?

[ He watches her; she watches him right back. Thunder rumbling now outside, always chasing the flashes of Zeus's lightning as they crack through the clouds. The rain coming a little harder now. ]

You don't wish to be comforted, or appeased. What do you wish, Bruce?

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( for vengeance. it's there. on the tip of his tongue and yet. he holds himself back from saying it because... )

I don't know.

( it's said softly, much as the way he drops his gaze down, jaw tight. )

[avatarfortruth]

No?

[ She doesn't think he's lying; she doesn't think that's quite the truth. Stepping forward, she comes to sit on the edge of the bed at his side, looking over at him. ]

Well. It is the middle of the night. I suppose at the very least you might wish for more sleep.

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( she comes there to his side — sits on the bed with him and bruce just slowly lets himself look over to her as she does. quiet. the rain and rumbles of thunder every now and then being the only thing filling the silence between them what with the television no longer being the white noise in the background.

after a moment, eyes fall shut and he hangs his head some, though not with the intention of falling back asleep. he's exhausted. but from the nightmares that still plague him. even here, in this place so far from gotham. blindly, he lets himself lean in — forehead pressing so gently to hers and just... sighs. )

[avatarfortruth]

[ His forehead nudges, warm, against hers, and she feels that same rush of emotion in her stomach, her chest, as she had before when he called her princess. Her eyes close, his breath warm against her cheek, her lips, as the rush fades away, replaced by a dull familiar ache.

If she could enter his dreams, protect him there from the shadows that attack when he's most vulnerable, she would. But all she can do is be here, now, her forehead warm against his, her breath slow.

She doesn't know if he's looking at her. The thought of opening her eyes to see those blue ones looking back at her from only inches away isn't one she wishes to dissect. ]