Sitting on a ledge in the pouring rain watching Harry go to MJ's and everything that happened there had not been the right thing to help out Bruce's mood
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Harry woke up in his boxers and found his clothes folded on the edge of the couch. He vaguely remembered Mary Jane waking him up so she could dry his clothes. Of course with the rain outside he wondered if it was worth the trouble. She was in the shower so he decided to take a card out of Faith's book and get out of sight before he had to face her.
His now dry clothes on, hair a mess, and looking like he had barely slept, he looked the picture of a guilty boy leaving his ex-girlfriend's apartment after a 'one more time for old time's sake' liason. Which is why he was caught off guard by Bruce waiting outside holding coffee and a bag of pastries.
"She's upstairs," he said, and moved to walk past Bruce, but wasn't fast enough. Bruce stood his ground and was shooting daggers at Harry.
"Is there a problem? If so share the fucking umbrella it's cold."
"Take the umbrella." It's not like he could say 'hi I was watching you kiss the girl last night' there was no way he could explain it. But sitting on that ledge for hours had managed to work him into cold anger he couldn't let go.
"I thought me staying away from MJ had to do with you and me and not you and her Harry."
Harry blinked a couple of times as he tried to process what Bruce was saying. Was he jealous? Well, it sure looked like he was.
"Bruce, who actually are you jealous of here? Me being with Mary Jane or Mary Jane being with me? I'd just like a little clarification of the situation before I proceed with the conversation."
He was being obnoxious. Of course he was being obnoxious because that was always his reaction to Bruce being cold. He took the umbrella and tossed it on the steps of MJ's apartment building, and folded his arms across his chest. If they were going to fight it out in the rain, so be it.
He shouldn't be doing this, he had no business standing here in the rain and picking a fight with Harry over this. It's not like he had any sort of official relationship with either of them and he was out of line.
But part of him just didn't care.
"Does it matter which one? I just remember getting thrown to the floor and being told to stay away from her. And now here you are." Of course he was here too but damnit logic wasn't welcome in this conversation. Bruce could hear Ra's al Ghul telling him he never learned to mind his surroundings in the back of his head and he told him to shut the fuck up.
Harry seriously couldn't believe that Bruce was going to make an issue of this. He was dying for fuck's sake, but then he sort of respected Bruce for not coddling him and using that as an excuse for letting Harry get away with being a jerk. But it was the tone and the words Bruce used that made Harry lose his temper.
"That's right, Bruce, here I am. Here I am visting MY ex-girlfriend who I once thought I would marry, and god forbid your feelings get hurt. I needed a friend. Someone I could talk too. Comfort, you know? I damn sure don't feel obligated to explain myself to you, but why don't we address why the fuck YOU are here this morning? Can't you wait to fuck her until after I'm dead. I mean, honestly, someone who spent as long as you did traveling around the world not getting laid should be able to keep it in your fucking pants another month or so until I'm buried and no longer in your way
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He hit Harry before he even thought about it. Watching Harry stagger back holding his jaw was strangely satisfying just then. Bruce knew he'd feel guilt about it later but right now it was the only thing he could have done.
"This isn't about sex Harry. She's not someone for the earring club and maybe I wanted someone to talk to about how fucked up I feel about you dying too, even if it would have had to be in some sort of cryptic talk since I'm not allowed to say anything to her." His voice is strangely calm and he didn't realize it was true until he said it, he wanted to be able to talk to MJ about all this and maybe she could help him feel better.
Bruce had never hit Harry before. Not even when Harry had been in his face, throwing punches. He'd pinned him to the ground to stop him, but in all the years they had been friends, not once did he strike him. Until now. Harry stared at him for a moment, before shaking off the punch and walking right back up to him.
"Go ahead. Hit me again. Because it's all about your needs. What you want. You needed to talk to her so how dare I see her first. I only have the history with her. Fuck you and your earring club bullshit. I'm not Alexander. I didn't play those games with you because I was too caught up in my ego to just say, fuck me now Bruce and make me like it. She was my girlfriend. My first real girlfriend. I needed to know why it didn't work out and only she had the answers. But you don't get it. I don't owe you an explanation. Only Mary Jane has the right to tell me to stay away from her. If you don't like it, take it up with her, but get the fuck out of my face."
Ok, he wasn't here talking about Lex, this had nothing to do with Lex, but it didn't have to do with him trying to get into MJ's pants either.
"I only brought that up because being here with MJ isn't about sex. Drop the whole thing with me and Lex, it's not a part of this." He wasn't going to hit Harry again as far as he could tell but he was happy to get up in his face right now.
"I don't care if you two are still friends, I'd never try to come between that. Tell me now if the whole wanting me to stay away from MJ because of me is a lie so I know what the fuck I should be doing, because you sure as hell looked more than friendly last night."
Harry was quiet for a moment as he tried to understand what Bruce had just confessed too. Then he realized that someone must have been watching the window
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Bruce almost fell over backwards when Harry did that, he was completely concious of the cameras surrounding them and could hear the mad clicking of shutters.
And then there it was right on schedule the guilt for being an ass, for hitting Harry and for believing anything was going on.
"I was just following to make sure you were ok." The coffee and the donuts were all over the sidewalk after all this and he knew he owed MJ one hell of an apology for doing this outside her door.
"I don't know why you and Alexander put up with me." He really didn't, and it was as much of an apology as he could come up with at the moment.
"Lex will be able to blow off steam yelling to me about having to be the mature one." He rubbed his face.
"Harry, I know I took off, and I really shouldn't be having this conversation in front of the cameras Alfred is going to kill me." Oh yeah he was in for a lot of lectures out of this, not to mention stiffly dissaproving english speech.
"I'm not ever leaving again, I promised. I made a mistake even though it was something I had to do...look can we take this somewhere they're not filming? I think I owe you an explanation."
His now dry clothes on, hair a mess, and looking like he had barely slept, he looked the picture of a guilty boy leaving his ex-girlfriend's apartment after a 'one more time for old time's sake' liason. Which is why he was caught off guard by Bruce waiting outside holding coffee and a bag of pastries.
"She's upstairs," he said, and moved to walk past Bruce, but wasn't fast enough. Bruce stood his ground and was shooting daggers at Harry.
"Is there a problem? If so share the fucking umbrella it's cold."
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"I thought me staying away from MJ had to do with you and me and not you and her Harry."
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"Bruce, who actually are you jealous of here? Me being with Mary Jane or Mary Jane being with me? I'd just like a little clarification of the situation before I proceed with the conversation."
He was being obnoxious. Of course he was being obnoxious because that was always his reaction to Bruce being cold. He took the umbrella and tossed it on the steps of MJ's apartment building, and folded his arms across his chest. If they were going to fight it out in the rain, so be it.
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But part of him just didn't care.
"Does it matter which one? I just remember getting thrown to the floor and being told to stay away from her. And now here you are." Of course he was here too but damnit logic wasn't welcome in this conversation. Bruce could hear Ra's al Ghul telling him he never learned to mind his surroundings in the back of his head and he told him to shut the fuck up.
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"That's right, Bruce, here I am. Here I am visting MY ex-girlfriend who I once thought I would marry, and god forbid your feelings get hurt. I needed a friend. Someone I could talk too. Comfort, you know? I damn sure don't feel obligated to explain myself to you, but why don't we address why the fuck YOU are here this morning? Can't you wait to fuck her until after I'm dead. I mean, honestly, someone who spent as long as you did traveling around the world not getting laid should be able to keep it in your fucking pants another month or so until I'm buried and no longer in your way ( ... )
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"This isn't about sex Harry. She's not someone for the earring club and maybe I wanted someone to talk to about how fucked up I feel about you dying too, even if it would have had to be in some sort of cryptic talk since I'm not allowed to say anything to her." His voice is strangely calm and he didn't realize it was true until he said it, he wanted to be able to talk to MJ about all this and maybe she could help him feel better.
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"Go ahead. Hit me again. Because it's all about your needs. What you want. You needed to talk to her so how dare I see her first. I only have the history with her. Fuck you and your earring club bullshit. I'm not Alexander. I didn't play those games with you because I was too caught up in my ego to just say, fuck me now Bruce and make me like it. She was my girlfriend. My first real girlfriend. I needed to know why it didn't work out and only she had the answers. But you don't get it. I don't owe you an explanation. Only Mary Jane has the right to tell me to stay away from her. If you don't like it, take it up with her, but get the fuck out of my face."
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"I only brought that up because being here with MJ isn't about sex. Drop the whole thing with me and Lex, it's not a part of this." He wasn't going to hit Harry again as far as he could tell but he was happy to get up in his face right now.
"I don't care if you two are still friends, I'd never try to come between that. Tell me now if the whole wanting me to stay away from MJ because of me is a lie so I know what the fuck I should be doing, because you sure as hell looked more than friendly last night."
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And then there it was right on schedule the guilt for being an ass, for hitting Harry and for believing anything was going on.
"I was just following to make sure you were ok." The coffee and the donuts were all over the sidewalk after all this and he knew he owed MJ one hell of an apology for doing this outside her door.
"I don't know why you and Alexander put up with me." He really didn't, and it was as much of an apology as he could come up with at the moment.
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"Harry, I know I took off, and I really shouldn't be having this conversation in front of the cameras Alfred is going to kill me." Oh yeah he was in for a lot of lectures out of this, not to mention stiffly dissaproving english speech.
"I'm not ever leaving again, I promised. I made a mistake even though it was something I had to do...look can we take this somewhere they're not filming? I think I owe you an explanation."
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