[Hayley passes over his laundry and most of the art, more interested in the personal things. She has done a full sweep of his room and of the room he seems to be holding for someone else before he begins to return, also taking note of the Wayne Enterprises gear, her own internship at the pharmacy belonging to the same ultimate CEO.
She flips briefly through the books with her excess time, having taken a peak in each room at least briefly. Her search is fast and thorough at points of interest, exhibiting the grace and proficiency of someone who has performed a search like this more than a few times before.
As a form of social experiment, she takes one of the miscellaneous knickknacks left sealed away in the unused room and sets it on a side table in the living room. It's not meant to be immediately noticeable, just a way to test his response if or when he should see it.
She hears the sound of the door just as she's moving from the table and maintains her composure perfectly, taking a seat on the arm of the couch as he enters.]
A hero killed me.
[Because nothing is ever easy with Hayley, she drops the important and heavy comment as though offering a casual greeting at his return. A faint smile is on her lips, as if trying to maintain a higher level of nonchalance than she actually feels.]
Well, okay, not a hero exactly. Someone with Superman's powers.
no subject
She flips briefly through the books with her excess time, having taken a peak in each room at least briefly. Her search is fast and thorough at points of interest, exhibiting the grace and proficiency of someone who has performed a search like this more than a few times before.
As a form of social experiment, she takes one of the miscellaneous knickknacks left sealed away in the unused room and sets it on a side table in the living room. It's not meant to be immediately noticeable, just a way to test his response if or when he should see it.
She hears the sound of the door just as she's moving from the table and maintains her composure perfectly, taking a seat on the arm of the couch as he enters.]
A hero killed me.
[Because nothing is ever easy with Hayley, she drops the important and heavy comment as though offering a casual greeting at his return. A faint smile is on her lips, as if trying to maintain a higher level of nonchalance than she actually feels.]
Well, okay, not a hero exactly. Someone with Superman's powers.