No such thing. [It's more playful than serious, as she gestures at him with her fork, but she does mean it.] Too cocky for your own good? Too friendly and trusting or vice verse? Sure, but you can never be too smart.
[She has a lot of respect for clever people, in part because she doesn't consider herself one.]
You should try hanging out with the Teen Titans sometime. Teenagers with ego, it's no wonder the Tower gets destroyed so often.
[Her expression seems to suggest that she knows it's actually not even remotely as bad as dealing with Walter must be, but she's just... playing, a little, trying to keep things light.]
Don't look at me, I didn't pick the name. [hands up like she's so offended at the suggestion] I never got to pick a name for my girls before this place interrupted.
[Jesse disposes of corpses in hydrofluoric acid. He's fine with the morbid talk - although he's thinking of how she never would have escaped a real encounter with his partner.
I guess not. [It seems to attract the worst of the worst, at least as far as supervillains go. Though she'd rather go toe-to-toe with Zsasz rather than Luthor.] Can't say I ever got out of the city much, she's hard to leave.
She's home. [She's never going to stop talking about Gotham like it's a person.] I mean, it can be awful, and part of it's duty - I tried to leave, sort of, but I couldn't stay away - but I don't think there's anywhere in the world like Gotham.
[And feeling a little sheepish again.]
I dunno, maybe it's kinda stupid, but I know I wouldn't be the person I am without her.
The way people miss prison, I guess. You know, like you don't really know what to do when you're out? I coulda left, I shoulda left, but I didn't. 'til all of this.
[Jesse snorts at the question. He finds it funny, he really does, the insanity of it all. Disconnected from it, in a way, now that so much has happened since.]
My old boss - not Mr. White, but the guy we used to work for - he sold me to a cartel down there. You know, like slavery? Just... smuggled me across the border and - yeah. So that was fun.
[For a second, he looks like he's about to launch into an exciting adventure story. And then he remembers who he's talking to and squirms awkwardly, dropping his gaze to his hands.]
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And I'm the cheerful one of us.
[Us meaning the Bats.]
I'm not sure what that says about Gotham's vigilantes.
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[Which probably isn't the logical progression of conversation, but she feels like it's important to say.]
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Too smart for my own good.
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[She has a lot of respect for clever people, in part because she doesn't consider herself one.]
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[And he shovels some more pasta and beef into his mouth.]
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[Even for her.
She's spent time around men long enough to learn how to be careful of egos.]
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[He waves his fork back and forth in sort of you know where I'm going with this gesture.]
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You should try hanging out with the Teen Titans sometime. Teenagers with ego, it's no wonder the Tower gets destroyed so often.
[Her expression seems to suggest that she knows it's actually not even remotely as bad as dealing with Walter must be, but she's just... playing, a little, trying to keep things light.]
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[Her girls, yes.]
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[Steph you're not funny.]
I dunno, really. We only got a chance to work together once, but I was the only one who ended up in hospital, so I was counting it was a win.
[gurl]
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I live in Gotham, if we all walk away with our limbs intact it's a win.
[Someone should tell her to tone down the morbid humour.]
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He takes another bite of meat.]
Mm... It's not just Gotham.
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[And feeling a little sheepish again.]
I dunno, maybe it's kinda stupid, but I know I wouldn't be the person I am without her.
[Most days, she likes who that is.]
Do you miss Albuquerque?
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Still better than Mexico. Fuck Mexico.
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I've never been to Mexico. I'm guessing you were there for less than legal reasons?
[There's no judgement in her tone, surprisingly.]
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My old boss - not Mr. White, but the guy we used to work for - he sold me to a cartel down there. You know, like slavery? Just... smuggled me across the border and - yeah. So that was fun.
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[She realizes she's staring a bit, so she drops her gaze back to the plate.]
Did you get home okay?
[Somehow she doubts it was an easy process.]
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Yeah. Yeah, I got away fine.
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