♒ ▤ ◎ 回 [ you don't have to do all of them !!! ]
he’s LYING through his teeth— bruce has a tell; it’s the pause between words, the tension that weights down broad shoulders, the frown used to conceal the melancholy in his eyes. she’d spent too many hours analyzing that facade of iron & steel he wore to fool the world; perhaps once she’d have believed him— but that time was long gone.
but that doesn’t mean he has to KNOW; sometimes, just sometimes— she lets him win.
▤ = falling asleep on them.
her voice is no more than a broken whisper, an ECHO of a bottomless void. no answer. ‘i’m not tired selina’ ‘i just need to rest for a second’ yeah right. ghastly digits roam across the skin of his arm as to memorize all patterns imprinted on his flesh, all bruises and imperfections that she’s grown too familiar with. thinking he might feel the foreboding TICKLE of nails against tender flesh, fingers curl not to touch him, sneaking between the cracks— it fits as perfectly as a glove & she allows herself shrink in his embrace, closed eyes lids heavy as butterfly lashes tremble upon her cheeks.
◎ = taking care of them while ill.
despite her size & seemingly fragile appearances, selina kyle is a TOUGH COOKIE. so you can see, being knocked out by something as trivial and pointless as a cold was upsetting. there’s a protestant groan that reverberates against constricted lungs as soon as she feels that tall, familiar shadow looming over. he doesn’t even have to SPEAK, ill or not— she can recognize that metallic, bittersweet scent, even the rhythm of his breathing.
❛ for someone your size, —you sure can be QUIET. ❜
a single evergreen hue pops open. vexation BUILDS until it dissolves into a weak sigh that slips past plump lips. god— he’s really not gonna quit babying her, is he? one part of her ENJOYS it more than it should, the other is in agony; annoyed by how dependable she’s suddenly become.
❛ oh don’t look at me like that now, i’m FINE, bruce… i’ve had it worse and you know it. ❜
❛ y’know— this LONE WOLF speech might work on alfred, but it won’t on me. ❜
it doesn’t come out as REQUEST or even an offer of aid; mostly because she knows he’s not listening. too busy trying to multitask. a palm roughly slips between the curl of his NECK & shoulder blade— pushing him onto the couch with a growl. he’s still putting up a fight ( never willing to give up control ) as she snatches the bcloth from his hands. glancing down at the damage done. DAMN. they really got him bad this time… in an EFFORT to soothe his stormy demeanor, a hand settles gingerly against his chest, verdant irises hold a calming veil as she adds some pressure to the wound.
