Faced with Selene's roar, Bruce looked like a coconut tree teetering in a storm. And she wasn't done. Selene raised her voice angrily and said,
"Maggie thought I should accept the money we earned through labor so I'd feel more confident dealing with you, but I'm accepting it purely because I wanted a haircut and every salon in the East End is expensive!"
"You think I bought thirty-nine-cent cookies because I wanted something cheap or because of my impoverished childhood, but I bought them purely because every part of that brand's cookies, from the biscuit to the chocolate chips inside, is incredibly sweet! Desserts are supposed to be sweet, not so focused on bringing out the natural flavor of organic ingredients that they taste like the chef just fucked a goat!"
"I objected to you making the wedding process so absurdly complicated not because I was ashamed to speak to people from a different class than mine, or because I didn't understand high-society etiquette and was afraid of giving myself away. It was entirely because I thought wearing a composite plastic bag and chatting under the blazing sun for hours until I got heatstroke was fucking stupid!"
"I scratched up that damned Talia Al Ghul's face not because I ideologically supported you, or because I had something I absolutely had to defend and therefore had to fight her! I just fucking found her sudden appearance annoying!!!"
"Why the fuck do humans always need some fucking complicated reason to do anything?!! Can't I just do things because they make me comfortable?!!!"
Ding!
The oven's alert interrupted Selene's furious shouting. She stood frozen, staring at Bruce, while he turned and walked to the oven, pulled out a huge baking tray, and set it on the island counter.
Selene froze when she saw