[ Just as he begins to believe the silence will hold, his phone stirsโa single chime, a single word from the only voice he still cares to hear. Jeremiah exhales. Softly. As if releasing a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
The blueprints are folded. The dossiers set aside. Photographs, receipts, fragments of Gothamโs skeletonโall left to gather dust a little longer, because nothing else compares. Not to this.
Not to him, his dearest, darling Bruce. ]
Tell me about them. Which were your favorites?
[ A beat later. Quickly, because he fears Bruce will remain as delightfully reserved as ever: ]
no subject
The blueprints are folded. The dossiers set aside. Photographs, receipts, fragments of Gothamโs skeletonโall left to gather dust a little longer, because nothing else compares. Not to this.
Not to him, his dearest, darling Bruce. ]
Tell me about them.
Which were your favorites?
[ A beat later. Quickly, because he fears Bruce will remain as delightfully reserved as ever: ]
Why?