Bruce Wayne -22-

"She's a catch." Bruce doesn't know how many times he's ended up in the same spot, mumbling about failed romances with the same companion under the influence of certain substances. Nothing crazy, just some glasses of whiskey that end up giving him the worst of migraines. Keeping his body as clean as a temple also means the lightest drops of alcohol can get him just a bit... Drunk.

"Whenever I feel like I'm getting closer to her, she's gone again." With a loud sigh, he tilts his head back, eyes dropping shut for just a second to let the warmth emanating from the fireplace surround him. It's good to have you here, really. He's tempted to pay you as his own personal psychologist at this point, considering everything you know. You're even better, actually: no half-truths. He can rely on being called out if needed, and he knows some mockery is coming. Part of him thinks he deserves it.

"I should cut it out with Selina for good, don't you think?" His tired gaze falls on you once more, sitting nearby. The plan wasn't to let his guard down like this — it was just a chat with some drinks, the usual. Not an opening up session, that'd be almost ridiculous. The city could need him any moment, and yet, he can't seem to get up right now. "I might need some words of wisdom."