bludhavensbluebird:

     Oh so that was what she thought of him. The realization stings and he almost regrets saying anything at all in fear of possible rejection. ❛Oh…❜ He could play it off and scrap the whole idea altogether, it’s not too late for that plan. ❛I’m not always mad you. Sometimes I’m just-❜ Taking a breath, he pauses and half wonders if he really wants to get into it all. ❛-I think I get more mad at myself? If that makes sense.❜ If she asked why he’d be dead in the water because truthfully he wasn’t sure he had the words. Batman seemed to be good at training for anything but emotions. ❛I uh it’s dumb I’m sorry I wasted your time…❜ And yet, he’s neglected to let go of her hand.

     For the first time since they’d danced at the party she threw in the name of spite she’d felt bad for what she was doing to him; though this time she didn’t fully understand the extent to just what it was she was doing. It was accidental and it was unintentional and that much showed on her face with puzzled expression continuing as he spoke. “Mad at yourself?” It was a question and yet she wasn’t sure the answer would make sense to her. Slowly would she move closer and slowly would her free hand creep up the arm of his until she had both his hands in hers. She had completely ignored his attempts at goodbye in light of how he had completely ignored his attempts at goodbye. “So you do like me?”