"Have a great life, Bruce Wayne," I said and caught a glimpse of pain on his face. I hated it, I hated all about Waynes, about this house, about him.

I stormed out and ran to the nearest window. I didn't care if I needed to climb in the most inefficient way. I needed to get out of there as soon as possible.

Angry words were rushing through my mind, rude words were getting into peculiar sentences to hurt him more.

When my legs touched the ground, I sprinted towards the gates. I didn't even notice how I got over the fence.

There, when everything seemed to be far behind me, I felt it. I let myself slip…

My face got an expression of offense, disappointment and slightest hint of regret.

The expression that he would never get to see…

He didn't need to know how much I used to him being around, to him being by my side. How much I used to him smiling to me when I got angry. How much I used to him comforting me after an unsuccessful heist. How much I used to him running with me feeling rush and danger.

How much I used to feeling of his company, of someone who cared whether I live or die.

Why, oh hell why, was he so easy to get used to?

I got it together, because even though no one was watching, I didn't like that face expression. That girl didn't have what it takes to survive. Survival was for loners and she had to be good in it.

- Just forget it - I said to myself with diminishment in my voice. My face turned into usual mask of focus with a bit of disgust.

I could do it on my own. I am perfectly capable.

I got to my block relived to see the windows of my apartment. I climbed up using the fire exit and quickly rushed to the door. I opened it feeling like usual routine was taking me over. It was more than welcome.

It was dark in the room. I didn't bother to turn on the light. I noticed his cup on the table and just for moment I let myself slip again…