[He breathes and breathes through the fury, through the nausea and the waves of dizziness washing over him, big, hungry gulps. The agony he’s in puts things into perspective.
He would’ve never won a fight against Alfred; probably couldn’t even have hurt him. But he can grope around for the bedpost and struggle his way back into bed. He can make it to the church on his own, falling back on the resourcefulness and spite he has in spades. But he doesn’t have to take the difficult route – even if his screeching lizard brain tells him otherwise while he's down on his hands and knees, feeling so small at Alfred’ feet. So starkly helpless.
Panting, he blinks through the blinding fractals of light in his vision up at Alfred’s outstretched hand; the stubborn set to his jaw almost guarantees that he’d bat it away if he could.]
...You barely know me, much less Ed... [he rasps, his brows pulling together] ...you have no personal stake in any of this. Why does this matter to you?
[In the face of Gotham’s eternal indifference, it’s something he just can’t figure out.]
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He would’ve never won a fight against Alfred; probably couldn’t even have hurt him. But he can grope around for the bedpost and struggle his way back into bed. He can make it to the church on his own, falling back on the resourcefulness and spite he has in spades. But he doesn’t have to take the difficult route – even if his screeching lizard brain tells him otherwise while he's down on his hands and knees, feeling so small at Alfred’ feet. So starkly helpless.
Panting, he blinks through the blinding fractals of light in his vision up at Alfred’s outstretched hand; the stubborn set to his jaw almost guarantees that he’d bat it away if he could.]
...You barely know me, much less Ed... [he rasps, his brows pulling together] ...you have no personal stake in any of this. Why does this matter to you?
[In the face of Gotham’s eternal indifference, it’s something he just can’t figure out.]