· CALL ME OUT (WINTER) ·

[hobbitholmes]

❄️ WINTER

I don't wanna change your mind
But I don't wanna go home tonight
Tell me no or I'm coming over

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[chuju]

[ The house weirds her out in a way she doesn't care to examine too closely. It doesn't feel like a home, everything too strange and unusual to fit with the images of home she'd grown up with. The building looks like one of those architectural designs that wins awards but is never actually meant to be lived in.

Of course, maybe he doesn't actually live here. Maybe this is just where he'd decided to have them meet, one of his many properties. Someone as rich as him, it would make sense. ]

I don't how you do it. [ It's a more personal admission than she'd cared to make but it's too late now. So she just follows him into the unsettling glass container and tries not to think about how much damage she could do here with even a few seconds of lost control. ] I can barely stand the newspapers occasionally talking about Quake.

[menarebrave]

It helps knowing that whatever they see is never really the real you. It's like a play. The world knows a Bruce Wayne. That doesn't mean it's the real one.

[ He gestures to the small dining table for her to take a seat at. Once she's more... at ease, they might move the conversation down into the cavern down below. For now? It might be best to put some of the cards on the table. Metaphorically speaking.

Bruce returns with a cup of coffee. Hopefully to her liking. ]

My family is the corner stone of Gotham. We've always been in the public's eye. Especially my parents. My father was trying to improve Gotham from the inside. Being murdered in an alleyway outside of a movie theater brings more eyes to you than you'd think... even if you are rich.

[chuju]

[ That play, as he puts it, is one she's tired of being part of. Her entire life, she's been playing a part, trying to be whatever would earn her a place to belong. Even within SHIELD that's sometimes been the case — hiding her broken pieces from her team out of worry of it being Too Much and resulting in yet another of a long string of rejections. It doesn't matter that she now knows the real story is a different one; scars like hers don't just fade overnight.

She sits at the table and waits, depositing her duffel beside her chair and examining her unpainted nails like they're the most interesting thing in the world. He gets a small smile of gratitude for the cup of coffee though, which she accepts and immediately takes a sip of. It's hot, but much needed.

Tracing fingertips around the brim of the mug, she's quiet for a few moments after his personal statement. He doesn't need sympathy, that automatic response of I'm so sorry; she knows all too well how it feels to be on the receiving end of things like that. No, his statement is one that deserves something in kind, but she's still torn over just how much to say. ]

I guess it's a good thing the public never knew my parents... But I never did either.

[menarebrave]

[ He would have liked to disappear after his parents died. In fact, he even tried to. He tried to hole himself up in the Wayne Manor and focus on who had killed his parents. It became an obsession - a calling.Not only to just find out who murdered his parents (which, he never learned), but to save Gotham from the corruption that ran it. Which has been a life long battle with various degrees of success.

Then, the Manor burned down. Robin died. Off he moved into the glass house. ]

Adopted? [ He pauses and shakes his head. ] You don't need to answer that. It's personal.

[ Bruce takes a seat across from her. ]

What changed your mind?

[chuju]

[ Wrapping her hands around her mug, she lets the warmth seep in, savoring and finding a shred of comfort in the feeling. It's not much, but sometimes that has to be enough. ]

Protection is what I do. [ She shrugs slightly, eyes on the table in front of Bruce rather than the man himself. ]I'm not from around here, but at least I can try to do some good before I find my way home.

[ If she finds her way home. With every day that passes, it seems a little more unlikely, and some days it's a struggle to hold on to any semblance of hope at all. Lifting her mug, she adds a clarification before taking another sip. ]

I was never adopted.

[menarebrave]

"Not from around here" has a broad stroke after what happened two years ago.

[ He, of course, is referring to the fact that the Superman existed. Kryptonains. Doomsday. Diana is an Amazon. There are metahumans. She could be from another world for all he really knows. What would matter if she is would be if she means harm or not. Given their conversations so far? He's going to bet "no." ]

I see.

[ Bruce shrugs slightly. Given he adopted someone at one point in time? It makes him frown. Homeless and alone. ]

[chuju]

[ Daisy's quiet for a long moment, drinking a little more coffee that she no longer tastes to buy herself a little time to consider what to tell him. She'd been considering it since they met in that diner, just going back and forth between all in and as little as possible. But then it hits her how long she's been here, how much longer she might be here, and it just makes her tired. The idea of hiding these things for months or even years ahead weighs her down and makes the decision that much easier. ]

I'm from a different Earth. Another timeline or a parallel universe, whatever you want to call it. I've been here for three years and I haven't been able to find my way back yet.