"Now," he says, still almost laughing, still wearing the persona he'd slipped into the moment he found himself here, "some people might say that's rather a large detail to just wave away."
He would.
Not because he values the possessions that clutter up the manor, but because she took one of the few things he does value. After the fire, there was even less left of his parents than there was before it. And those few mementos are the closest things to treasures that he has.
His eyes narrow as her fingers brush against the lustrous necklace around her throat.
They do, actually, look good on her. But they're not hers, and they're not for her.
"It would be an eccentric look, but that might be too much, even for Bruce Wayne."
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He would.
Not because he values the possessions that clutter up the manor, but because she took one of the few things he does value. After the fire, there was even less left of his parents than there was before it. And those few mementos are the closest things to treasures that he has.
His eyes narrow as her fingers brush against the lustrous necklace around her throat.
They do, actually, look good on her. But they're not hers, and they're not for her.
"It would be an eccentric look, but that might be too much, even for Bruce Wayne."