[When he spoke, the bitterness had been replaced with hurt again.] I guess not. But it still is to me.

[And that still didn't change anything. He'd opened up to her, admittedly sort of under threat of blackmail, but he'd sort of trusted her, just like he'd trusted too many other people, and once again all it got him was more angst and frustration then he'd wanted going into it. Why bothering opening up to anyone if that was all you were going to get in return?

... So maybe it was inevitable after all, this whole "turning into Batman" thing. If you didn't trust anyone, you couldn't be hurt anymore.]