"Was it now? I apologize that your very eyes have to witness such a hovel.” Selina shot back acridly, eyes narrowing almost defensively as she watched the look he gave her home. Fine. It was small, shoddy, the roof leaked like hell when it rained, even now she had a bucket set up on the kitchen table (which was missing part of a leg and propped up on phonebooks), but it was home to her. “It’s no manor, but if you can bear the discomfort come on in.”
The brunette let the door fall open further, hand waving him in with a lackadaisical effort before closing it swiftly behind him. “Keep your money Bruce.” Her nose crinkled in almost disgust at the offer, the gentle simmering of annoyance cranking up to sleight anger. Did he honestly think she was that desperate for money? She stayed where she was because she liked it. The location was ideal, it was comfortable, she wasn’t here that often and it was the first place that absolutely no one knew about. Selina Kyle had enemies, she wasn’t naive. Safety came before frivolous items that Wayne had plenty of.
"I’m not your charity case, I thought we established that? Or do you need me to demonstrate on some more of your possessions? I’d be glad to." A cheeky grin and her arms folded neatly over an ample chest. "I don’t have champagne and caviar, but there’s coffee and probably some beer in the fridge. Help yourself."
Bruce didn't find the living arrangements dis-satisfactory – given the current circumstances – anything that could fend off the cold was good enough for him. It was the person he was going to be sharing the place with the next few hours that bothered him. The brunette was confusing, to put it lightly. She was unexpected and worst of all headstrong, something he normally could appreciate in another person but he had suspicions that her obstinate character and his unyielding ways would end up making them murder each other.
He chose to keep his mouth shut on the matter as he walked in, thinking it would be safer for the both of them and a lot less uncomfortable if he made no more further comments about any subject that seemed to be touchy to the woman. Although he had an inkling doubt that it would stop her from finding anything he did any less insulting.
“That wasn’t my intention,” he argued, turning back around to meet her face after closing the door behind him. “It was meant for compensation, a simple expression of my gratitude since you clearly would rather take in anyone else but me. Seeing now that you feel highly against it then, I suppose I am forced to much less grandeur expression of gratitude,” he started, shrugging out of his coat and pulling his gloves off to lay them down on the nearest table and finished with a soft and albeit forced with another frustrated sigh, “Thank you.”














