Frank.
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Desiring revolution, he betrayed his world; by choice the painful price is paid.
New York
Joined December 2023
"At least before Christmas." ...was that a joke?
“Batman and I move in different spheres, most of the time. It is… easier that way.” They round a corner, and she opens the next door — a room for him, that she steps aside for him to enter. “We will just stay the night. I know you wish to be home.”
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silent before the fire. he's cleaning his gun, wearing a robe of all things. this is nice. he doesn't really get nice things anymore.
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"Your apology...is sincere. But I don't need it. Take that as you will." "I try not to cross the path of the Batman, not since the last time I was in Gotham. So what's to become of your boy isn't of my concern. I will say, it's easier to mobilize the youth these days."
— worth, I am sorry.”
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It wouldn't be too on the nose to put on an 'I'm The Punisher' sweater.
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"I was never in a position to where I felt those choices were needed." "My children didn't pass pre-mediated. It was bad luck. A stroke of chance."
— “I have had to make a lot of hard choices to ensure that he would and will always be okay. Just as I am sure you did the same, for yours.”
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He follows, hands relaxed from needing to holster a gun, a knife - or whatever he thinks he'll need to defend himself. "...You have a child. Your son. Tell me; do you think he will survive?"
“Yes. What you need to know.” Talia nods, a soft smile on her lips. She goes to leave, before she stops again, lingering at the doorway. “It is okay if you ever.. want, to know more. About me. If you are ever curious.” “Come on. Let me show you your room.”
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"Tears are the mark of an innocent. " There's a smile on his face. "...no matter what you've done, your motives lined up square with mine. That's all I need to know."
“… I will set you up a room. Feel free to look around wherever you wish to.” She pauses at the doorway, looking back at him. “Thank you, for not being afraid of my tears.”
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"I will stay." "...if you will have me."
He avoids her gaze, and that is all the answer she needs. Avoiding the hard questions, just as her father did. “… we will stay here tonight, and leave in the morning. The snow is too heavy for us to go now, unless you want to leave. That is your prerogative.”
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"Hrnh." No comment there. His eyes drift over to the shelves of books...as an effort to ignore her comment.
“Is that why I am drawn to you, Frank?” Arms fold, as she turns back to look at him. “Because in you, there is familiarity?”
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"...Righteous men, those who have claim to power, would feel that the only way to make the world a better place is if they were to take the reins and make the world into their image." "...that's one of the reasons as to why I find myself no different from him."
“…” She gets to her feet, running a hand through her hair as she walks toward the window. “He often stood here. He said he wanted to change the world but, in the end I think he just wanted to rule it. I do not want that.”
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"...I can't answer that for you." "Do you want him to return?"
“And what do I do with my father’s legacy, hm? I am forever his daughter. That comes with expectations. Burdens that I have to carry. And he..” She sighs, looking away from him with a fresh set of tears. “He is not coming back this time, is he?”
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"It's just a reminder of where I've started. I cannot bring my family back. The men responsible for their demise are long gone. " "This...remorse, when I think of them, can be for all families. All innocents. They're the reason why I move forward."
“No, not really.” As much as she appreciates his attempt at some hope, it doesn’t stop the sad furrow of her brow, a silent tear rolling down her cheek. “I do not get to let go of history any more than you can.”
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He rests his hand against the aged wood grain that was her father's desk, and, he offers a response that one would say...is hopeful? "You get to choose if you get dragged back into your history, Talia."
She keeps her gaze on the wood; she isn’t sure herself how she feels about it. “Yes, I suppose so.” Hardly convinces herself, but she looks up to him as she sits herself on the edge of the desk. “I am.. so used to him coming back.”
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He's unsure if that's disappointment in her voice or relief. But it's not his place to-- ...no. this time, he will actually ask. "Then your worries are gone."
— old study. Still lined with his books, and the large desk in the centre that she runs her fingers slowly over. “I have my answer, then. He is not back.”
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How history is interpreted changes over time.
Guess she’s naive for thinking history matters.
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There is no problem. Time moves forward, and motives change. Trust resets. She should know this by now.
… from her. What is his problem, exactly?
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there's always a motive. he's just protecting himself.
A lot of assumptions there. Maybe his place was simply the closest to where she was.
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