"The Works Fine. I Enjoy It... It's Fulfilling." She Shook Her Head Slightly Dismissing The Idea, Lip

"The works fine. I enjoy it... It's fulfilling." She shook her head slightly dismissing the idea, lip curling at the compliment. Bruce was sweet when he wanted to be. Leslie just appreciated him dropping by, a rare occurrence these days given how busy he was.

"I don't know." Leslie mused. "I go to work. And then I go home. If I'm lucky, neither you or any of your brood need patching up - which is a double edged sword seeing as that's the only time I really see any of you at the moment..." There was admonishment in her tone, though it wasn't not unkind. She understood why.

"It gets a little lonely sometimes." Leslie admitted quietly.

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“I had a client today ask me if I’m happy.” Leslie began, swirling the amber liquid in the bottom of her glass. “I didn’t answer, of course. Professional boundaries and what have you.”

She took a sip, savouring the flavour, the burn of it at the back of her throat. “But still. It did make me wonder.”

“Well, if you’re not happy than why do you still work?” Bruce asked. “There are a million things you can do and be amazing at.” He took a small slip of his drink. 

“Then here’s the question; Are you happy?” 

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"Don't be too hard on yourself, Bruce dear." And she squeezed his hand. The last thing she had meant in her confession was to make him feel guilty. Perhaps she should have kept it to herself.

No. She reminded herself. Sharing is healthy. Allowing people to show up for you is important.

"Of course he does. We've known eachother for years." People grew fond of eachother of course. He cared for her Leslie was sure. Loving and being in love, however were two different things. "The stubborn man wouldn't know how what rest looked like if it hit him square in the face."

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“Oh.” Her hand covered Bruces much larger one. When did he get so big? “I understand. I’m not blaming you. And your kids all have lives of their own.”

“Alfred?” And hadn’t that ship already sailed? Surely that opportunity had passed her by by now. “Last we spoke he seemed far too busy.”

He turned his hand over and held hers, like he did as a child so long ago. “I know, but I should make time for those who matter to me.” Bruce barely made time for himself. 

Bruce huffed out a small laugh. “Alfred will always say he’s busy. But, that doesn’t mean its not true.” he took another drink. “He loves you, you know.” 

Evaluation of Bruce Wayne by Leslie Thompkins (from Batman: The Imposter).

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"That's right, it's me, Leslie. " She propped him up against the wall, mindful that if he toppled over she would have a difficult time of catching him.

"You're safe. You're with me. Just concentrate on your breathing for me please. Just keep breathing. A little slower." Keeping her voice calm, she did what she could to soothe him out of whatever kind of panic attack this seemed to be. "You're safe Alfred."

[ STEADY ]:     sender gently catches and guides the emotionally distressed receiver against a wall in order to physically steady them.

"Leslie?"

Why was the room spinning so hard? Where was he?