[ His eyes follow the red light, and he's a little mesmerized as he watches it light up her skin. It strikes him that there's nothing insecure about what she's telling him. Nothing ashamed, nothing hiding. She may keep it a secret, she may hold the reason close, but it isn't a part of her that she hasn't reconciled.
He could play at astonishment. He could play at confusion. It's what Batman would ask him to do, he knows that. He looks away for a moment, trying the summon the will for the lie.
Only he can't. He knows he can't, when all can think of when his eyes leave hers is her face when she'd spoken about her brother. She's trusting him. Him.
He takes a breath. He can't make her explain the way these kind of monsters work, when he's seen them in his own world again and again. ]
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He could play at astonishment. He could play at confusion. It's what Batman would ask him to do, he knows that. He looks away for a moment, trying the summon the will for the lie.
Only he can't. He knows he can't, when all can think of when his eyes leave hers is her face when she'd spoken about her brother. She's trusting him. Him.
He takes a breath. He can't make her explain the way these kind of monsters work, when he's seen them in his own world again and again. ]
Wasn't all they wanted, was it?
[ The thought makes his stomach clench. ]