730 days~ Batcat

Hollow tears

"Patrolling? Without your costume." I quizzed in mock confusion, tilting my head to one side almost sweetly. 

"Yeah.. I thought I'd try without it for tonight." He said,, trying to remain somewhat composed, trying to weasel his way out of this trap I had set. 

"Well thank you for your concern. I just stubbed my toe is all." I smiled numbly, my expression screaming falsity.

When he didn't reply, my smile dropped and I started towards the window, hooking my arm into the second bag strap as I went. But I didn't get far because as expected, he grabbed my shoulder, stopping me.

"Where are you going?" He asked, his brows furrowed with worry. Ha! Emotion. So primitive. 

So... fake.

"Why bother asking when you could find out by spying on me." I whispered under my breath before coughing away the bitter taste of the words in my mouth and tuning to him " just out for a stroll." I smiled blankly, no emotion behind my words.

"You're a terrible lier." He accused. Hypocrite.

"So are you." I stated coldly, my expression hollow.

His face dropped and his eyes became overcome with a mixture of guilt and confusion. And so my trap closed in on the poor defenceless creature, ensnaring him in a web of his own making. 

 I smiled darkly, withdrawing the remote from my pocket and shoving it into his bloodied palm.

He blinked slowly, taking in the possibility of me knowing his little game. He stared at it for a little too long, unsure of what to say.

"Does this mean we aren't partners anymore?" He asked, his voice laced with concern and uncertainty. So that's the approach he was taking? Play it innocent? I'm bored of your pretences.

"We were never partners in the first place." I stated, matter-of-factly.

"What do you mean?" He asked quietly, unsure of what I knew. 

"I means that I know that you are a disgusting... lying...SPY!" I spat, emotion somehow breaking into my voice. My eyes darkened as I watched his widen, filling with guilt. I chuckled dryly. He thinks he's so clever. Rich boy with his fancy school and his fancy tutors outsmarted by a street urchin. I'll be damned.

"Cat please.." he begged, his face pleading with regret.

"Partners don't lie to each other." I stated coldly

"Cat... I." He stumbled "I wanted to make sure that you weren't going to tell anyone my identity! Or that you aren't lying about Selina!"

"Why? Because you didn't believe me when I told you that myself?" I hissed

"Can you blame me?" He cried, still not knowing when to stop. I saw his face twist in instant realisation, preparing to try to scramble and salvage his accusations. I wasn't going to give him that chance.

"Why? Because lying low life? Because I'm not good enough? Because I'm a wanted criminal and a thief? Because I'm nothing but worthless gutter trash!" I screamed, the words spilling from my mouth before I had time to realise what I was saying. " that's what you privileged lot call us street rats isn't it?" Good recovery.

"I.." he began, eyes brimmed with unshed tears of pleading.

"I told you I didn't see her. I told you that I would protect your identity. I told you I didn't lie to you... I guess the honesty rule doesn't apply to the both of us." I hissed venomously, before climbing up towards the window. He remained still, quiet as I climbed, before uttering a sentence that fuelled the anger inside me to the point of no redemption.

"You wont tell anyone, will you?" He asked quietly, referring to his identity.

"See that's your problem Bruce, you don't care about anyone but yourself." I accused, still facing away from him, taking deep breaths so as not to turn and rip him apart.

"And you do?" He retorted, again, not knowing when to stop.

Needless to say, I snapped.

I leapt down from the window and stormed over, squaring up to him. I stared him in the face, emotions clouding my mind. Standing there, staring at the face of my childhood companion, the anger twisted to unparalleled pain, tearing at my heart.

"I shouldn't have, but I did." I whispered, making eye contact as a hollow tear trickled down my cheek. I wasn't ashamed to let him see the pain he had caused. I wanted him to know. I wanted him to see how he pushed away everyone close to him. I closed my eyes briefly, savouring the sensation of the droplet falling down my face. Pain makes you strong. It stops you making mistakes again. So I wasn't going to feel like this. Ever. Again.

"I care about you too." He muttered after a moments silence.

LIES!!!

I raised my hand, prepared to attack him, but as he recoiled, I dropped it back to my side, breathing in deeply.

"You have a funny way of showing it."I breathed, barely clutching at my composure. I took a step back, another tear of agony running down my cheek. 

"You don't lie to those you care about." I uttered, more to myself, before turning and exiting through the window before he had a chance to speak again, leaving him stood alone in my crumbing room, clutching a bloodied remote and wondering where he went wrong.