[He gives a wry, humourless snort and hangs his head, noting, absently, that his bandaged finger has reddened at the tip.
The almost-funny part isn’t that he got it right about Alfred, that his existence does serve to keep him occupied on some level; that was always going to be true. It’s that Alfred has turned his focus onto him, devoted to helping someone who is struggling to picture a future outside these four walls. Someone whose reason to live seems to be pulling further and further away with every shaky step forward. Someone who can’t bring himself to thank the man who took him in unasked, can’t even look him in the eyes without feeling some primal twist of anger in his gut, but who needs him on a practical level.
But what is this if not just another temporary alliance in Gotham?]
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The almost-funny part isn’t that he got it right about Alfred, that his existence does serve to keep him occupied on some level; that was always going to be true. It’s that Alfred has turned his focus onto him, devoted to helping someone who is struggling to picture a future outside these four walls. Someone whose reason to live seems to be pulling further and further away with every shaky step forward. Someone who can’t bring himself to thank the man who took him in unasked, can’t even look him in the eyes without feeling some primal twist of anger in his gut, but who needs him on a practical level.
But what is this if not just another temporary alliance in Gotham?]
...That is a lot to pin on one person.