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"Christina Wiliams. Drug dealer and weapons dealer."
"Beloved," She rubs his shoulders with her hands. Her palm comes back stained with blood. "You're bleeding. The cave is freezing, and it's four in the morning. You need to rest." The slight scolding has no mean energy behind it. She means well, Bruce knows this.
Yet he gets irritated just like when Alfred scolds him like he were a kid again. "Christina Williams plead guilty four years ago. Served her sentence and got out. I saw her mendling with Hexo. A known drug dealer. When interrogated about her plans, she pleaded innocent to me. She sounded sincere." Talia sighs, Bruce feels bad for disappointing her.
Talia helps him take out the armor. Then take away the kevlar. She grabs the tweezers and begins to work. "And-?" She asks.
"She can get clean. I can give her a job at Wayne Enterprises. But I don't know if she's going back to her old ways." Talia glances up at the woman with the black dress. She looks sad. And a little crazy. But living in Gotham will do that to you. "If that is what you wish then you shall do it."
Bruce grabs her wrist to stop her. Talia pays him full attention. "Did you know that you sometimes agree with everything I say? I shall do what I what..."
Talia purses her lips. Is that so? "I always had to agree with my Father. He was the leader. His word was final." She feels angry that despite obtaining freedom, she's still acting like she has chains around herself.
"Take it easy Talia." Bruce says after her eyebrows twitch in anger at herself. "It takes time unlearning everything you knew your entire life." Bruce has the sudden urge to wipe that sad expression from her face. He looks at the computer, then at her. "Let's go to bed ok?"
Talia's eyes brighten at that. And... Oh
Perhaps Bruce should spend more time with her. Otherwise she will swallow on her own misery. Alone with her thoughts. The manor is big and lonely. Bruce is used to it. Prefers it even. But Talia is used to living with a community. Something she lacks in Gotham.
The little things about Talia, is what screams the most about her. Little actions like this one. Bruce brushes a hair from her face. "Are you going to carry me to bed like last time?"
Talia curves her lips upwards. "You were too sleepy and injured last time. You have to repay me the favor."
"So I carry you?" Bruce teased.
"No, you repay me by standing up and walking to your room when you get tired. All by yourself big boy. Come on." Talia turns around and doesn't let him carry her.
Bruce laughs, "I walked into that one didn't I? You got me there."
"You're right I did." Talia prefers for him to take care of himself. He shouldn't lean on her for that. Perhaps sometimes. But never always.