“Syx,” Harrison sighed, not bothering to hide his irritation. Gods save him from whatever this was. Why did he constantly find himself pulled between a Metro Man and a Megamind in their demented pissing contest? Why couldn’t they just do the things that normal boring people do?
[As frustrated as Harrison clearly feels, Wayne isn’t about to ignore a
clear invitation to set things straight. He’ll likely hear about it
later, but that moment is a ways away and not taunting him in his own
house.]Firstly, you haven’t the slightest idea what it’s like to live with the Scotts, to be an utter disappointment for being an alien, for being gay, for being a hero. And to then be told by everyone that you have no right to complain because you are living the american dream. But, hey, living in a mansion totally makes up for emotional abuse, right?
But I will admit that being rich gave me a unique perspective on society. I got to see other rich people gloat about their real estate wins and then be the one to have to rescue people out in the cold or arrest people forced into crime all because their homes were torn down or their jobs were destroyed. In that same trend I’ve also heard those same businessmen brag about how little they pay for anything and the deplorable conditions they deem acceptable for their staff.That clearly gives me no perspective on how bad things are around the city.
If one were to do some digging, their are several funds,
scholarships, and donations set up to help people within this city. I
might do plenty publicly, but it doesn’t compare to what is set up
without my name directly attached to it. I invest in businesses who
deserve a chance but would otherwise fail without a bank’s backing.
Businesses like one of Megamind’s uncles opening and maintaining a
restaurant. I make sure to keep places like that as a safe haven for all
walks of life.I might not destroy buildings that would
otherwise be taken advantage of, but I certainly let Megamind do so.
And, if they aren’t on his list of battle locations, I’ll make sure the
place ends up wrapped up in so much red tape that the building can’t be
touched for years.I have helped push through the insurance laws to cover people’s homes
from battle damage. I set up the local fund to rebuild battle damaged
buildings.I have personally and publicly forced the bar
higher on schools across the board, from their funding to their lunches. I build the anti-bully programs.You want to go on
about all you’ve done and then try to act like I’ve done nothing when
you haven’t even tried seeing anything beyond what your Metro Man hasn’t
done. I will readily admit that many of the things that I’ve done for
this city, with and without my name attached, are either because I
looked back and saw things that were wrong while I was growing up or
because I deal with the problems almost daily and know that issue is on a
bigger scale than I can handle directly.[He leans in to be on eye level with Syx.] Now tell me again how I don’t care and am unaware what’s wrong with my city.
The self-righteous fury drained out of Syx as Wayne ranted, his face crumpling as he shifted to wrap his arms around himself. It was horrible and masochistic but he would rather have been hit. The fight drained out of him, he just felt bone weary.
“I can see why you love him,” he told Harrison softly. Finally taking a deep breath he murmured, “You aren’t my Wayne. Mine… never put that much thought into… anything…” he struggled to voice, finally meeting Wayne’s eyes, his arms wrapped tightly around himself, “If you’d been mine…” he doubted that the game would have lasted as long as it had. They could have even… worked together? The very thought sparked something deep in his mind even as his thoughts tried to rejected the possibility. It could never work… surely…
“I… was wrong,” he sputtered out, “I’m sorry.”
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