Alfred has rolled out of the car and is already standing by the driver's door, cane held in hand with vague intent, "There is no need for the dramatics, my dear woman. I'm sure this can be worked out amicably and with our full co-operation. Correct, master Bruce?"
Bruce has been by all measures paralysed in the back seat, phone pressed to his ear, not even listening to the inattentive father on the other end of the line protesting that he is busy with the poisoning and so his son should be too.
"M-m-money?" he splutters, desperately thrusting his wallet in her direction. Her eyes... fiery with rage, yet somehow detached. Distant, like she was not entirely there. Had he seen them before?
"T-take-- money," Oh God, let her take it. Has has nothing else.
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Bruce has been by all measures paralysed in the back seat, phone pressed to his ear, not even listening to the inattentive father on the other end of the line protesting that he is busy with the poisoning and so his son should be too.
"M-m-money?" he splutters, desperately thrusting his wallet in her direction. Her eyes... fiery with rage, yet somehow detached. Distant, like she was not entirely there. Had he seen them before?
"T-take-- money," Oh God, let her take it. Has has nothing else.