“That guy will sing for anything.” Selina wags her head. “I don’t know if he’s wise or just straight up stupid.” Her lips purse with thought. Some part of her felt loyalty to the man, in the sense that he was the power house of the club. He made sure she wasn’t in 45 below all the time. It kept her grounded in some normal reality, where you didn’t watch those who you were supposed to trust make a mockery of their career.
When he presented the little box she kissed her teeth. “Ugh, that again?” She muses a soft laugh, pleased he was aware that the contact was uncomfortable for a few reasons. She wasn’t an eye contact person. Not usually, at least. Not in that hell hole. The mens eyes bore holes into her, stripping what ever wall she put up. She was sick of saying the same things to let them down, though they never backed down.
The Batman, however, had her captivated. For a man of few words, his eyes spoke so much more than he ever would, she was sure of it. Even now as they speak her warm auburn eyes are trained on his face, cascading down his cheek with fondness. The heating bill hadn’t been paid, but she was feeling warmth in her chest. She didn’t look to him for protection, she was more than capable, but the thought of being side by side again gave her the hope to keep fighting the good fight.
As she sat comfortably on her love seat, Selina reflected that she had never seen him ease so much as a muscle. “At least sit down if you’re gonna be talking business.” She nods to the seat beside her. “More than enough room. Unless you’re leaving already.” With that comment, she tosses her gaze out the window that poured moon light into the small flat. It was like she was disappointed in herself for saying something so… soft. Not with sweetness but with a sense of pain. Ache. That feeling wracked her chest when she was away, and it haunted her when she was back in Gotham. She couldn’t face him herself, she shouldn’t make the first steps, that’s desperation, thats dependence.
Everything she promised she would never be.
Batman nodded. He acknowledged Selina knew the Penguin better than he did. As much as he had been fighting against the criminal underbelly of Gotham for the past two years, he had remained on the side-lines. Sure, he gotten his hands dirty but that was not the same as being part of that world. He was outside of the criminal world just as much as he was outside the law. An outsider in all spheres.
When she responded negatively to the contact lenses, he began to cover them over again before he heard her laugh. She was readily admitting how uncomfortable they were but was still prepared to go through with it, for him. He nodded gratefully.
His eyes were turned away, but he could see the way Selina was looking at him; taking in his features. He felt a warmth. He wondered if she felt it too? He would have brushed it off but he reminded himself of that last kiss. That, at least, had not been his imagination.
The vigilante blinked, surprised by the sudden offer. Without a word he walked over to the sofa and sat down beside her. He tried not to feel too awkward; the suit gave him a confidence he never felt as Bruce, but this woman managed to get under his skin if he wasn’t careful. But maybe he didn’t want to be careful.
“These should be a little more comfortable than before.” He said, passing her the box. He had worked on a newer model since she had been away. As he handed it to her, regaining eye contact, he felt her fingers glide against his. His heart began to race and he prayed to the god he didn’t believe in that she couldn’t hear.
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