Once he finally takes a seat, Hayley lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Then she crosses in front of him and, against her natural instincts, sits on the couch with him. Even though she's at the opposite end, it still only leaves a couple feet between them as she turns to face him, pulling her feet up onto the cushion and sitting cross-legged to look at him.
She follows his response to the idea of honesty behind it, to that of honesty being rare, of Clark taking offense to being called out for his lies and asking her about her own willingness to accept lies in her life. Everyone lies. She doesn't understand why it's so personal to him - to all heroes.
Hayley feels her muscles tense sitting this close to him and yet remains where she is, dropping her hands in her lap and sighing a little. She doesn't know what to say. "Apology accepted, or whatever."
A pause. "I'm not from your world. I think superpowers are cool, but they're terrifying too. And every superhero lies about who they are, and judges, and wants to act like the way they do it is so much better than every other hero's way. None of them understand why I'm afraid or why I don't just automatically know the right way to do things, like I'm supposed to have been taught their personal moral code for my entire life like they were."
She wonders if he remembers everything from when he was evil, including her words about her father. "They don't try to teach me. They get angry and they lie and they judge me and tell me how much I don't fit intro their world and then they wonder why I'm not honest."
It's a little bit rambling, sure, but Hayley needs someone logical to talk to right now. She discovered Bruce's disappearance just earlier today - when she went to talk to him - and she's going a bit crazy having no one. This whole trying to have friends thing is either all or nothing and she's not sure nothing is an option anymore.
"And maybe I'm not good enough to be a hero. Maybe I really will be a villain like they said. But I don't want to be."
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She follows his response to the idea of honesty behind it, to that of honesty being rare, of Clark taking offense to being called out for his lies and asking her about her own willingness to accept lies in her life. Everyone lies. She doesn't understand why it's so personal to him - to all heroes.
Hayley feels her muscles tense sitting this close to him and yet remains where she is, dropping her hands in her lap and sighing a little. She doesn't know what to say. "Apology accepted, or whatever."
A pause. "I'm not from your world. I think superpowers are cool, but they're terrifying too. And every superhero lies about who they are, and judges, and wants to act like the way they do it is so much better than every other hero's way. None of them understand why I'm afraid or why I don't just automatically know the right way to do things, like I'm supposed to have been taught their personal moral code for my entire life like they were."
She wonders if he remembers everything from when he was evil, including her words about her father. "They don't try to teach me. They get angry and they lie and they judge me and tell me how much I don't fit intro their world and then they wonder why I'm not honest."
It's a little bit rambling, sure, but Hayley needs someone logical to talk to right now. She discovered Bruce's disappearance just earlier today - when she went to talk to him - and she's going a bit crazy having no one. This whole trying to have friends thing is either all or nothing and she's not sure nothing is an option anymore.
"And maybe I'm not good enough to be a hero. Maybe I really will be a villain like they said. But I don't want to be."