"Tell that to someone who isn't aware you're limping," Bart retorts, but lets that part drop. He doesn't want to fight. Doesn't want to ruin things.
"That shithole you and Kon call an apartment isn't the kind of place that screams rest and relaxation," he teases. But it's their choice, and he doesn't blame it. "I figure the least I can do is let you have a little space that is fairly secure and off the general radar. Even if Joker knew we were all here, what would be in it for him to attack a place so...American Gothic?"
There wasn't an drama in it, no pizazz. It was probably about as safe as they could get without falling off the grid entirely.
"I remember what it was like when Deathstroke shot me. When Bedlam tried to use me to rewrite the universe. And you...you're a lot stronger than I've ever been. Better at this."
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"That shithole you and Kon call an apartment isn't the kind of place that screams rest and relaxation," he teases. But it's their choice, and he doesn't blame it. "I figure the least I can do is let you have a little space that is fairly secure and off the general radar. Even if Joker knew we were all here, what would be in it for him to attack a place so...American Gothic?"
There wasn't an drama in it, no pizazz. It was probably about as safe as they could get without falling off the grid entirely.
"I remember what it was like when Deathstroke shot me. When Bedlam tried to use me to rewrite the universe. And you...you're a lot stronger than I've ever been. Better at this."