Remember when you left Gotham? Before all this, before Batman? You were gone seven years. Seven years I waited, hoping that you wouldn’t come back. Every year, I took a holiday. I went to Florence, there’s this cafe, on the banks of the Arno. Every fine evening, I’d sit there and order a Fernet Branca. I had this fantasy, that I would look across the tables and I’d see you there, with a wife and maybe a couple of kids. You wouldn’t say anything to me, nor me to you. But we’d both know that you’d made it, that you were happy. I never wanted you to come back to Gotham. I always knew there was nothing here for you, except pain and tragedy. And I wanted something more for you than that. I still do.
I look at this gifset and all I can think is “What the fuck do they even talk about?” Are they in some kind of terrible rut where they have absolutely nothing to discuss now that they’re just out in public being all normal?
Like sure, they wanted to have nice normal lives, but its not like Bruce Wayne was a very good conversationalist anyway. I’m pretty sure if she has to hear that ridiculous “Ice Camping With Liam Neeson” story one more time she’s going to smack those sunglasses right off of his shirt.
Look at BW’s face in the second gif. He’s looking at Alfred and trying so hard to communicate. He’s like “Save me, she’s verbally abusive and this smirk you see is only because I’m afraid of her. She pees with the door open. I’m not ready for this.” And in the third one she just looks away and up at something in the distance, she’s thinking “I can’t believe he wore that fucking shirt out of the house. And those god damn sunglasses.” And she is definitely flipping him the bird casually behind her magnificent face. “I’m going to make you cry in front of all of these people, Wayne.”
Alfred meanwhile is just like “Sorry bro.” And trying not to laugh as he spends Bruce Wayne’s money.