"Yeah, well I don't want to live /without/ you!"
She screams at him, right up in his face.
"You're all I have! You are all I have, Tim Drake! And I can take care of myself just fine. You worry about losing me? I worry about losing /you/. Every night. From the second you leave until I hear your boots hit the floor of the elevator near dawn. Sometimes, I sneak out and I stalk you while invisible to make sure some crazy person doesn't take you away from me. I have /nothing/ in this world BUT you. Nothing. I'm not leaving. I'm not. You're going to have to physically pick me up and throw me out of here."
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