[He sighs sharply, white-knuckling the grips of his crutches.]
I’m sorry - I must have missed the part where that's my problem!
[There’s a stone-cold finality to his answer. But he takes just one lurching step toward the church doors and the grey light of day beyond before turning right back, prickled by the fact that two people, now, are burdening him with their expectations.]
I do not know when you started letting Jim Gordon get in the way of something important to you, [he says, a mirthless smile cutting across his face] but this drama between the three of you has nothing to do with me. Let me make something abundantly clear: it is not my job to play therapist and make friends with Pennyworth! He could go and throw himself off the broken bridge tomorrow and all I would feel, at the very most, is the slightest pang of envy!
[His pulse roars in his ears. Grief has made a stranger of her; everything they have been through no longer matters. Nothing matters.]
You want my help? [A beat.] Fine! I can stage an intervention and call up a couple of my men to have him dragged, kicking and screaming, to the nearest support group for the next twelve weeks. How’s that sound?
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I’m sorry - I must have missed the part where that's my problem!
[There’s a stone-cold finality to his answer. But he takes just one lurching step toward the church doors and the grey light of day beyond before turning right back, prickled by the fact that two people, now, are burdening him with their expectations.]
I do not know when you started letting Jim Gordon get in the way of something important to you, [he says, a mirthless smile cutting across his face] but this drama between the three of you has nothing to do with me. Let me make something abundantly clear: it is not my job to play therapist and make friends with Pennyworth! He could go and throw himself off the broken bridge tomorrow and all I would feel, at the very most, is the slightest pang of envy!
[His pulse roars in his ears. Grief has made a stranger of her; everything they have been through no longer matters. Nothing matters.]
You want my help? [A beat.] Fine! I can stage an intervention and call up a couple of my men to have him dragged, kicking and screaming, to the nearest support group for the next twelve weeks. How’s that sound?