The part about losing everyone had Roxanne taking a mental step back. She’d gotten stuck on the growing up in prison part and had skipped over the part about questioning why a small child would be alone. The fact that he was so damn stubborn reminded her of Megamind again. Completely fucking unreasonable. Her point was valid!
“You say that like I don’t care,” Roxanne snapped, “I can report until I’m blue in the face,” she mentally cringed at the expression the second it was out of her mouth, but pressed on, “but no matter how much I report on about the homeless problem, the disastrous state of the prison system, inherent prejudices, or police violence, NONE of that matters if no one is listening or in business and politicians are actively trying to cover it up. Very few of us have the ability to throw around millions without blinking to try and fix things.”
Roxanne raised her chin, staring at him with defiant blue eyes, “You also aren’t the only person in the world to have a shitty childhood. Congratulations on it only turning you into half an asshole.”
Well that was it. Harrison couldn’t deny that he’d been snide, but he hadn’t resorted to personal insults. If this Roxanne Ritchie insisted on being both willfully ignorant and such an insufferable know-it-all, then he was glad he hadn’t had one of his own.
“The point you seem to be willfully missing Miss Ritchie is that I did not, for the most part, have ‘a shitty childhood’,” Harrison retorted, complete with air quotes. He kept his voice even and collected but his gaze was still steel. “You know painfully little about what it’s like to be ‘blue in the face’, Roxanne. So I will take my leave of you, because I don’t believe its fair to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed person.”
With that the blue man tucked the donut box under his arm, turned on his heels, and walked decidedly in the opposite direction. He might be half an asshole, but this Roxanne certainly confirmed Sheldon’s story about his Roxanne being a judgmental bitch.
Arms crossed she held her ground as he walked away. The man was a defensive rich asshole and her life was far better without him. As a parting remark, she added, “You know, I’d far rather be kidnapped by Megamind, smelly bag and all, than put up with you. At least Megamind actually manages entertaining insults. I’m not the one bereft of wit.”
She should stop. She really should. She knew she should. But damn it, she always held herself back, around Megamind and Wayne was the only time she didn’t and faced with blue… it was hard to break that habit especially when her blood was as hot as it was currently.
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