070. bruce wayne

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     Arsonist's Lullabye: Hozier

"Hey, Brianna." Jonathan greets as I enter the house.

"Hey, Jon. Good morning." I pull my hood off my head.

"Clark will down in a few minutes."

"Actually, um, I just wanted to talk to you."

"What's the matter?"

"Uh, nothing, nothing. It's nothing. I'm just overthinking it, as usual. I'll see you tomorrow for the game." I turn.

"Brianna, hey." He turns me around and leads me to the counter, sitting me down. "What's the matter?"

"I'm...I'm having thoughts."

"Brianna."

"Oh, no, no, no. Not those thoughts. I mean about...about football. I'm just...not in it like I used to be. I felt more excited watching the team play. I just...I don't picture myself with that life anymore." I scratch my jaw. "I don't want that life anymore."

"I know." Jonathan nods.

"Y-You know?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Over the years, I've noticed that you tend to go after
something you want. And when I didn't see you at practice last week, I guess I had a feeling."

"And I guess a part of me didn't wanna tell you because..." I pause. "Because I didn't wanna disappoint you." I look away.

"Brianna, hey." He cups my neck. "You could never disappoint me. Knowing what you want and what you don't want isn't being that. Being quarterback is who you were. It doesn't have to be who you are." He shakes his head and my eyes start to water. "And whatever you decide to do with your life, I'm proud of you. No matter what." He nods and I hug him, then closing my eyes. My lips tremble and I let out a small cry. He places his hand on the back of my head and squeezes me.

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"Thanks." I tell Miles as he slides over his plate of bacon.

"You need to bulk up, quarterback." Miles inquires.

"So do you if you ever wanna last five minutes on the field."

"That'll be the day." He nods and I scoff. "So when's your date with Clark?"

"What?" I choke on my bacon.

"Aren't you guys going out?"

"Uh, yeah, with his father too. We're seeing the Metropolis Sharks."

"Mm." Miles nods.

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