I caved first.
The Dark Knight Rises. Penciled in on my boygenda, which is a small dayplanner on the kitchen counter where I keep track of plans with the boys and the boys' plans and their trips and tours and whatnot and there it was: July 20 TDKR/Batman (only it didn't say Batman, it said his actual given first name which is none of your business) and so I called his cloak and dagger number and I left a brief message asking him if our date was off and I should find a willing replacement to take me to the movies or if we were still on, to go as friends and nothing more?
I never received an answer, he just drove to the house to collect me in the Batmobile (Ha, kidding, he drove his car) and off we went to the theater. He bought me Skittles. We sat way down front and a few people gaped at him but otherwise we were mercifully left alone and I didn't know it was three hours long but gosh, am I ever glad I went because I loved everything except for one little part.
I couldn't make out what he said except when he shouted and even then it was a massive struggle so mumble-Bane was sort of ignored in favor of the...epicness of everything else.
I will definitely side with the Justice League because as fun as the Avengers are, Batman and Superman have a tendency to make me cry. I worry about them. I fear for them. They are vulnerable in a way that the slapstick-Ironman and Toonish-Thor are not. I like them more.
I won't give anything away, I will just tell you I cried three times, covered my eyes more than once, and was completely aghast twice at new developments. It was that good.
It was so good, I'd like to go see it again. Right away. As soon as I can. But not with Batman. He brought me back to the house and walked me up to the front door where I automatically invited him to come in for some tea. He refused, standing with his hands in his pockets watching the fountain, shaking his head.
Bridget, if I hadn't pushed-
But you have and you will. And I need to just minimize all of the pushing and shoving right now.
It would be better if I could remain a permanent part of your life.
Better for whom?
Because Caleb behaves when I'm around.
He's behaving right now.
Only because he's in the doghouse. I know what he did to you. They told me-
Who told you?
He laughs out loud. Pyro. Pyro told me. He keeps me looped in.
Godfuckingdamnit. And since when do you call him that?
Stop swearing and be a lady, for chrissake.
Fuck you too. And fuck Lochlan for tattling-
He's smart not to trust Caleb. Caleb is..I don't even know what Caleb is. He's a small fish in a big pond. He is out of his league, and not objective enough to be rational when it comes to you.
And you are? You have it all figured out?
Hey, I didn't bother you. I was gone. I was living. I listened to you and I didn't contact you until you used the number to reach ME.
What have you been doing?
Working, Bridget. Thinking. Living. Reading. I won't perish from a denial of access, don't flatter yourself.
Sure you would. You like to know we're all miserable, dying on the inside from a lack of your attention.
Fine. Yes. I like to feel wanted.
Yes. And you can call me whatever you like, just don't call me Batman anymore.
There were those who could destroy him, so clearly the shoe no longer fits.
No one can destroy you? Wow. Maybe you are a superhero.
Yes, and you, Bridget, as it turns out, are my kryptonite.
Fine. You're now Superman. That's what I'm going to call you from now on. Congratulations.