[ it occurs to him, as he hears the click of metal sliding against metal--a gun, of course it's a gun, she has no issue using them the way he does--that there were perhaps better ways to do this. a phone call, for instance. but he also knows that selina is no longer naive enough to trust what she can't see with her own eyes, touch with her own hands. not after the clean slate.
so, tracking her down (which was, he was happy to note, far more difficult than it had been the first time) was the only option. inviting himself into her apartment (which was still comfortably cluttered in a way the manor never had been, and wasn't that an underrated pleasure?), well, that was just for the hell of it. a little turning the tables.
he got to his feet as she turns the revolver in his direction, reaching out to turn one of the tiffany lamps. the light colors as it casts on the room through the stained crystal, and her gives her a lopsided smile. ]
I think we're past this stage in our relationship, Ms. Kyle.
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so, tracking her down (which was, he was happy to note, far more difficult than it had been the first time) was the only option. inviting himself into her apartment (which was still comfortably cluttered in a way the manor never had been, and wasn't that an underrated pleasure?), well, that was just for the hell of it. a little turning the tables.
he got to his feet as she turns the revolver in his direction, reaching out to turn one of the tiffany lamps. the light colors as it casts on the room through the stained crystal, and her gives her a lopsided smile. ]
I think we're past this stage in our relationship, Ms. Kyle.