Chapter 8
Sara got some sleep, and she felt energized. Bruce decided this was a good time to talk to her.
"Sara, you have to stop. Like I said, I understand what you were thinking, but you don't have the proper training or equipment to do this. Lucius, Alfred, and I agree on this."
"I know you are concerned about my safety, but I don't want to stop. If you saw what I saw you would want to help, too. I can work with Lucius to have a proper suit made. You can help me with the training. This can work."
Bruce looked at her with disbelief. "You can't be serious. Do you comprehend how severely you were hurt? I can always call the doctor in to explain it to you again. No. Absolutely not. Lucius is not going to help you kill yourself and neither will I."
"I don't appreciate you talking to me like I'm a child. Do you comprehend how hypocritical you are? What if Alfred had put his foot down and said 'No' to you? He didn't, and do you know why? He believed in you and what you wanted to achieve. You must not believe in me."
"Believing in you has nothing to do with it. I simply..." Sara interrupted him. "I think it's best if you sleep somewhere else for a while. I suggest the penthouse."
"I can't sleep in my own house? You are being ridiculous."
Sara was really getting angry. "First of all, this is our house. Secondly, if you insist on being a condescending ass I don't want you around. I have a lot to think about, I feel like shit, and you are pissing me off. I don't need this."
"I'm only trying to protect you because I love you."
Sara ignored him, and Bruce walked out of the room.