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Another minute ticks by as Bruce avoids as much social interaction possible at a charity gala in the Wayne Tower, he fidgets his fingers while staying away – as much as he can – from those guests there to chat him up and possibly bring up his parent's deaths far more than he'd like in one night. It's always 'oh, I'm so sorry, my dear,' or 'your mother was an incredibly inspirational woman,' or 'your father was such a good man, it's a shame he never made it to office', and he always tries to be polite about it but every time they leave he reminds himself not to crumble at this very public event. The suit feels too tight sometimes, but then again, that might just be his chest as he navigates the crowd trying to look semi-approachable with awkward smiles tossed around.

Everything stops when he sees her. 

His breath gets caught in his throat for a short moment.

Selina Kyle.

She's here, all smiles, looking gorgeous in her mid-length sleeveless black dress with a curly dark brown wig reaching her shoulders, neckline adorned with jewelry (likely stolen from time in Blüdhaven), alongside matching black kitten heels. Her lovely eyes glow with that familiar dazzling glitter around them, complementing her look and her lips glisten in rosy lipstick. That stops him in his tracks, so he's watching her across the room socializing with an older couple that regularly attends these events. Must be because she's new here.

"Mr. Wayne!"

Still, he continues staring at her in curious shock that she is actually here, and he's not just imagining her to feel better.

"Mr. Wayne?" Then, he's pulled out of that trance enough to pay attention to the man next to him.

He blinks three times to make sure he doesn't slip back, even as his eyes creep around to find her figure, "Yes?" He says, almost too quiet to be heard, but thankfully it's enough that he won't have to repeat himself.

"Name's Harvey Dent, thought I'd introduce myself, I'm the new DA, so I figured it'd be only right to find some allies in this city." Bruce stops listening halfway once his eyes lock onto Selina again.

"Right… a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dent." Bruce says half-heartedly to not be rude before sparing a glance at the man so he can briefly shake his hand. The man's fairly handsome and around his age, which is pretty young to be a District Attorney, but he still finds himself in a rush. Apparently, Harvey notices as he spares a look over at where he's looking, not making a comment of judgment. "Well, I'll leave you to it, then." He pats Bruce's shoulder while nodding with a winning grin on his face. Later, he'll ponder about what that'll mean in his mostly nonexistent political plays with Wayne Enterprises, but that's for a far away time.

Now, she has all of his attention — something he might have to consider just how he feels about her, especially after kissing her before.

As the crowd thins out, Bruce ambles with purpose over towards her position without entirely knowing why, she won't know him as personally as she knows the Batman. No, she'll only know him as the rarely spotted orphaned billionaire on TV. He doesn't have time to pause and think through what he's doing, it's almost like an out-of-body experience.

"How's the party?" He asks, less confident than he planned in his head, instead coming out quieter, yet still with enough charm.

Still, she jumps, turning to face him as her eyes focus on him, "Jesus…" Selina takes a moment before continuing. "It's alright, I expected a bit more glamor if I'm being honest." She says with a light smile that makes his heart pick up pace. "You know, where's the drama at these things?" 

Bruce manages a small smile that he hopes appears genuine and not as if he's been held hostage, "Oh, don't worry, there is. I always manage to get details against my will with how loudly they talk in here."

Her interest piques, but he can't tell if that's because she's settling into a character for what she really plans to do discreetly (honestly, he'll sacrifice whatever she'd like to steal, no one has to know), "Do you, huh?" Selina speaks up, staring up at him — bringing back their meetings as the Bat and the Cat. "Bet you've got a blackmail pool the size of New York."

"I guess so."

Selina slowly stalks her way so she's standing directly in front of him and Bruce can feel a part of him tense for some reason — like she comes closer to figuring out his secret, "These things not your style?" She questions, eyes moving around the rest of the room of the new guests he isn't greeting like a good heir. "Would've expected someone of your standing to be more interested in these dressed up, high profile events."

Bruce swallows unsurely, lowering his gaze from where she peers up at him only a few inches away, "That was more my mother's expertise, honestly." He tells her, not afraid of sharing things since he trusts her in all their interactions. Even if she has no idea that her 'Vengeance' is standing directly in front of her, maskless and exposed. He wonders what her reaction would be if she knew. Would she hate him for it? Never speak to him again in any form as he still longed for her presence? Or maybe would she understand it? Even if it comes as a shock to her.

She nods in understanding, "I see," Selina says, nodding as she considers this new information. "So, what is it you like?" Her casual tone suggests she actually cares to find out the answer, but he wonders if she's just playing a part. If she is at all, he's falling for it. And that's just fine with Bruce.

"I like reading books."

"Really?" She laughs cutely, finding it amusing about learning one of his hobbies. "Well, what's your favorite? I think I heard this place has a huge library." Probably has studied the schematics of this place many times before coming over here.

Giving a tiny smile while she stares up at him awaiting his next words, "I'd have to say Jane Eyre is my top pick." He honestly answers back. That one he discovered in his mother's corner of the library where she kept her absolute prized copies of literature; when she caught him with it she didn't scold him for it as expected, instead she smiled at her son being so inquisitive at his young age. Bruce still rereads it sometimes to have some routine for her, so that wherever she is she knows he hasn't forgotten her.

Selina's eyes widen, "That's not what I expected at all." She says. "I figured you'd pick something pretentious like Wuthering Heights or something." 

They talk for several more minutes about literature, before she dismisses herself with a tantalizing, "See you around, baby."

"Leaving already?" He asks desperately, when he doesn't want to let go of her presence, not caring what possession she'll steal when she does. That nagging in the back of his brain begs for the taste of her lips again — one thing he knows he won't likely get until he returns out as Batman. He wants to inhale her perfume on the nape of her neck, to carefully strip her of that dress as she tugs at his tie and they-

Her beautiful smirk enraptures him into silence, "Gotta take care of my strays." she replies, eyelashes fluttering as she eyeballs him top to bottom. "I'm sure you understand."

He nods, "Thanks for being here." It feels much more meaningful than the typical 'thanks for coming', so that it doesn't feel like it's for just anybody.

"Of course, baby." Selina calls back, so he hangs onto that phrase for as long as he can until they meet again as the Bat and the Cat. 

Something in him wants to break, just tell her who he is but there's a risk involved even if it's her — Selina, the woman that he's fallen for. He hates that he has to question her motivations, if she'd release it, but he knows that because she stayed with him and saved him with that kiss; she wouldn't. In his whole life, he doesn't think he has felt so strongly for someone before she entered his life. She's different… 

So, he stays there frozen in that spot as if his feet are glued to the floor and maybe they are since he can't seem to find the strength to move.

"Mr. Wayne?" He turns, trying not to show that it startled him as he finds Mayor Reál standing there. "Didn't mean to scare you, I apologize, but I would like to have a word with you to discuss our plan for Gotham's improvements in greater detail."

"Of course, Madam Mayor." Bruce replies. Ever since her election into office, it's been a reassurance that maybe Gotham can recover to rise up out of the poisonous corruption and guide the less fortunate to a place of stability. People could get back onto their feet after this destructive flood and things would actually be changed for the better. They've already begun the relief effort, also, tonight's benefits would go directly to those in need from the flood.

They talk for a while about formulating a relief efforts team that focuses on repairing the damage and housing those affected even more, as well as infrastructure updates on many failing bridges, roads needing work, and decrepit buildings close to falling apart. It's honestly a truly productive conversation that Bruce's been meaning to have with real drafts of what they hope to start doing for the city. Alfred's gonna be proud after learning of this development, he hopes so. Making progress as Bruce Wayne as well became more important to do so in ways that can't be done through Batman's fists – seeing Bella Reál's goals for Gotham changed that imbalance. So that both can be utilized, the criminals that'll only succumb to Batman's intimidating manner and the strategic side of things on how to keep Gotham afloat.

Overall, an effective day.

Especially in seeing Selina Kyle, a pleasant surprise he never saw coming, yet welcomed with an open heart.

He realizes later, in the solitude of the cave with bats screeching all around him, it's something he's never felt before with such intensity so quickly. Every time Bruce sees her, it's like he forgets how to breathe, how to speak properly and how to carry himself so that he doesn't seem too distracted. Selina can make Bruce feel exposed.

That's what scares and excites him about her, how he can be entirely emotionally vulnerable in her presence with or without the suit and cowl.

One of the security cams gets an alert of movement, the sound pinging throughout the cave as Bruce's eyes fly up to the screen despite already knowing the cause; he wants to see her. 

Then, he clicks the correct feed to see Selina clad in her gala outfit with a jacket fitted over it with that cat mask on her face as she holds an expensive watch worth around one million dollars, there's a small bag that's likely filled with more finds as well as clutching a pearl necklace with another million in its value. It's so easy, Bruce could report her and call the cops on her, let Gordon on her trail, or he could suit up as Batman and stop her himself. But he doesn't.

Instead, he simply watches her go like a graceful feline as he gathers how she got in; she somehow bypassed the alarms (he'll fix that later).

Never once making any move to stop her, even as she skillfully escapes from the building. The batsuit remains untouched in its place.

What does it matter? 

She can use the money, he's more than able to sacrifice plenty anyway.

—

Selina can't believe it, she just successfully robbed the reclusive prince of Gotham right after infiltrating a gala of his, something that hasn't been held in quite some time. It's not that she's surprised about a completed job, she's had plenty of those, but this is life changing. She got a total of around a five million dollar score at the richest place this city's got to offer that seemingly just fell into her lap. Now, she can help the lives of her girls at the Iceberg Lounge, she'll be able to help get her cat Mila that surgery she needs, hell, she can buy a place for one of her girls to live so soon after getting evicted. Now, she finally has the ability to fully pay off her currently piling bills.

How did he not notice?

Had he left during that time and she'd got a stroke of pure luck? 

Did he just let her get away with it?

No, she shakes her head at that thought because there's no way in her head Bruce Wayne would just let someone steal from him. That little prick would make sure whoever tried could feel the pain in their pockets for it. Though she has to say, he was very kind and kinda weird, not necessarily bad (she hated to admit) just very awkward. Not painfully in an 'oh dear god' sort of way where you can't wait to slip away, more of a cute way. There's something about that sharp, defined jawline that seems familiar, in a more rigid way than seeing him in the news whenever there's a spotting like he's some kind of a mythical creature. It resembles Vengeance's a bit. Though, she quickly throws that thought out of there because it's downright silly with how different they carry themselves. Plenty of people share similar facial features.

Goddammit, Selina, you are not falling for a damn billionaire and Bruce Fucking Wayne of all people!

No way.

She looks down to where Fuzzy sits on her lap as the cat looks up from licking herself, "I know, I can't believe it either, babe." Selina says, the kitty meowing at her words, leaning in for anticipated pets, which she gives of course before eventually the cat settles down on a comfortable spot beside her on the couch.

She shakes her head to toss out those thoughts as she considers how Vengeance never stopped her.

Was he busy dealing with some other threats elsewhere?

Maybe he never even knew that she'd breached the Wayne Tower, blissfully unaware wherever he might be right now. Distracted by whatever he gets up to outside of their rendezvous, after all he had a Gotham sized plate to deal with at most times. No doubt it's overwhelming.

Selina isn't sure entirely how he deals with it if she's honest. How this place can swallow the most level-headed people whole, if anything she's seen it in real time and even knows first hand how it feels. Hopefully this will lead to real change about stopping people like Riddler because it's inevitable that some other person will take the opportunity to cause chaos. As the saying goes, cut off the head of a snake and another one grows in its place. Even if motivations might seem understandable, methods certainly undermine that by leaving Gotham's poor in a flood completely undeserved.

Plus, these things have affected her too, in having to pay for repairing any damage which doesn't come cheap.

With a sigh, she looks at her bodysuit in her closet as a thought enters her mind to meet her Vengeance right around now.

—

Bruce steps up on the rooftop they tend to always meet at, dressed up in his suit and cowl, eyelids painted black as usual — she's already there clad in leather standing by the edge as she stares at the skyline. He watches her standing there, still unaware of his presence yet, waiting. She looks perfect, like a statue affixed by the bottoms of her boots.

Tell her.

It's automatic as he approaches her, closing in towards her figure feeling the steady proximity of body heat — wishing to delicately hold her, caress her face and whisper all his secrets in her ear. This sensation balloons up once he's a few inches behind her before withering away just as quickly. Still, it nags deep around in the far corners of his mind to just rip the bandaid off and be honest with her. Show that he can be trusted, because he commends her with the knowledge of his identity. She deserves to know. 

Deep breath in.

Release.

"See you made it out of the tower safe."

There's not even any effort to put up any bit of gravel to partly disguise his voice; it's Bruce speaking, just like earlier tonight.

Selina jumps, routine in their meetings even unknown as themselves – just Bruce and Selina instead of the Bat and the Cat – quickly she recovers to look at him, stunned, "Jesus…" she says, like always, yet she narrowed her eyes as she thought over his words and tone. "Wait a minute…" 

Then she takes a step up towards him, staring into his eyes, focused only on examining every inch of his face that's visible. Bruce knows the moment she figures it out, her eyelashes flutter and she maintains a soft gaze—not hard, loud or sharp with razors digging into his eye sockets like he imagined. Instead, she regards him with warmth, even if she seems slightly shocked. 

"It's you?" She says in surprise, not sensing any disappointment or anger burning behind her words. That went better than expected. For a moment, he'd pictured Selina fuming, saying she'll never speak to him again and how he's immensely dishonest, that she despises him with all her heart. An impending, dramatic, eventual 'you lied to me' that would break him apart. None of that happens. Her hand rests on the side of his cowl again comfortably as he leans into it, finding her careful touch soothing along his cheek, so he feels whole. It came from being so desperate, quietly touch-starved that he just suffers in silence because it's much easier that way.

"Bruce…" She whispers, the name foreign on her tongue in reference to him – always known as Vengeance or the Bat, still getting used to using Batman most recently. "Figured you were a little rich, but I didn't realize that would be prince of Gotham loaded." Her voice is quieter still, lighter like honey making Bruce flustered with pinpricks of heat pulsing through his face.

"Does this change anything for you?" He asks, much smaller without hiding behind the guise of his intimidating gravelly voice anymore at this moment.

Selina's eyes meet his quickly, the city's light glowing inside them like stars, she's so beautiful, "No," she says, it's truthful and there's no hate in her voice, despite his knowledge of her distaste for figures such as himself. Honestly, Bruce can't say he blames her, living in a world of corrupt figures that failed you including your own father, it makes it hard to place faith in people with high positions and value when all you've been met with is disappointment. "It doesn't."

"Really?" He replies, cradling her other hand in his as her fingers tighten around his calmingly.

She nods her head, "Yeah, though, honestly some heads up woulda been nice, but it's no big deal." Her hand clasps around his, stroking across his knuckles gently. "I guess I should apologize for all that stuff I said about you to your face, so I, Selina Kyle, officially am so sorry." It's partly a joke, yet he can see the genuineness of it.

"You don't have to, really, I know what I need to do better."

"At least you're self aware." Selina says and means it as a compliment. "That's league's ahead of anyone else with your wealth in this place. Also, nobody else in those seats is brave enough to help out on the front lines like you. I appreciate that."

He doesn't speak, but he smiles slightly while gazing into her hypnotic eyes, a genuine real smile not born out of smugness or to attempt to appease other people. Honest. "On another note, you're a total nerd." Selina laughs lightly as she positions her arms to rest snugly around his upper back area underneath his arms. "Luckily, I happen to like that." 

"I'm glad." He says to her, their faces still fairly close while they're talking, feeling each other's breath on their skin as Bruce can sense goosebumps forming.

"Guess we're really the perfect set, aren't we?" Selina comments, as her fingers brush across the edge of the back of his cowl — just toying with it, not attempting to remove anything. Something about it feels strangely satisfying as the material slides around on his neck, those sharp, long nails outlining against it. He catches the opening for a kiss, intent on not missing it. Obviously, so long as she lets him this time.

Bruce leans forward closer watching her mirror his movements slowly as she captures his lips in her kiss, briefly catching him off guard as he stabilizes a hand around her waist. It's slow, tender and intimate, Selina eagerly continuing for more with feather soft lips that distinctly taste of sweet cherry lipstick. Their lips tangled in unbridled passion, Selina slipping her tongue in as Bruce hums contentedly. Her smile presses into his mouth, returning that tingling feeling in his stomach he's never felt before they met. It's warm, good, one of the best things he has ever experienced in his tragic laden life. For once, something glows and glitters instead of breaks and crumbles before him.

That shine had started the moment he first set eyes on her, he knows it now.

She leans in again, her nose brushing against the leather of the cowl over his before their lips meet again enthusiastically.

Soft hums escape Selina's mouth, swallowed into Bruce's with ease — each losing themselves in the moment into frenzied kissing, locking lips almost every second as he practically tastes her fragrant perfume remaining on her neck, finding it intoxicating, almost dizzying. He steadily holds her waist, bringing a hand delicately against her cheek. Hot breath tickles his skin as she presses a kiss against his cheek, then on his jaw leaving visible lipstick marks. His eyes lower on her, watching her breathe heavily. That joyful smile on her face brings about something he hasn't felt many times in his life; happiness.

"So, then, baby…" Selina croons lightly, hands hooked around the back of his neck. "Where do you see this ending?" 

"I don't know," He says. "I've never gotten this far." 

Her face changes slightly, expression tinged with surprise, but nothing scathing at all, "Oh?" She says gently. "That's okay." Bruce appreciates how caring she is with him. Everyone else usually wants more that he's willing to give most of the time because, well, being in his position he owes that. Or that, shouldn't you be used to this anyway? Not Selina Kyle. And he's grateful for her.

"So, the big debate begins, my place or yours?" Selina asks, giving him the choice. "It's not a requirement, just so you know." 

He beams at her, "No, that's fine, my place is open if that's okay with you."

"Wow, what an honor, Mr. Wayne." She says, a smile present still in her words like sunshine. "You think they'd really let me in?" 

"Absolutely." Bruce assures her. "I'll make sure of it." 

"How chivalrous of you." Selina remarks. "Good thing I decided to get Marisol to watch over my babies tonight already." She says, Bruce getting that she's referring to her cats — which he remembers surprisingly liked him when he visited, immediately greeting him and rubbing up against his legs.

It's not long before they begin their trek there, making sure to be discreet once they arrive so that nobody would suspect anything about his identity. 

Soon enough, they reach his bedroom, Bruce locking the door in case anyone decides on visiting him for any reason, as she looks around to examine everything in it before she sits down on the bed as if she's testing the mattress at the store. Selina lies on it in a starfish like position, smiling up at the ceiling. Her beauty is unmatched. She's literally glowing in the peeking remnants of sunlight outside, something about the golden light on her brown skin made her look like a painting.

Bruce pulls off the cowl, letting loose the ruffled mess of hair on his head as he watches her take notice, eyes locking onto his face now that she sees it fully exposed. She sits up as he steps closer to the foot of the bed, cupping her hand against his cheek once he gets there. Once again he instinctively leans into her touch as she caresses his face.

"Smart thing with the black makeup." She says, staring directly into his eyes. "Blends right in with the mask, plus it really brings out your eyes." 

"It's greasepaint," he corrects her. "But thanks, I appreciate it."

"Right…" She nods, taking in the new information as she gingerly runs her fingers through his hair. "It suits you." Softly, she presses her lips to his as he calmly reciprocates, absent-mindedly brushing his hands through her short curls. Selina steadies against him as he rises up to crash his mouth against hers in a powerful kiss. Quickly, they make work of stripping off his suit successfully with Bruce guiding her through it. Finally, it's gone. No longer tightening around his bruised chest and mildly scarred skin beneath metal plates — it feels like he can really breathe again.

Selina's eyes lower to mapping out all of the bruises as she carefully trails kisses over the center of his chest, Bruce swallows — noticing the comfortable way her lips felt over the marks. As if she had a healing touch. His breath escapes unsteady, skin tingling everywhere her lips land. He's putty under her kisses and she notices, continually checking in to see how he comes undone just by kisses along his chest to dotting around his abs. That smirk of hers does crazy things to him. He loves it so much… Everything about her ever since they collided into each other's lives.

"Don't stop, please…" He says.

Selina meets his gaze, "You like that?" She asks for confirmation.

Bruce nods emphatically, leading to more kisses along his collarbone to one of his shoulders and along his jawline, so he moves to press his lips to her neck in response. Small love bites decorate her brown skin, a pretty sight; every time he looks at her he finds something fascinating again. Selina moans. Softly, quietly yet Bruce thinks it's the loveliest sound he's ever heard. A desire for more, to know for sure that she gets every bit of pleasure she deserves, crawls through to his core.

Her hands fondle down his chest as she straddles him, one sharp fingernail etching a line down his abdomen and the pain feels good, the way her nail subtly digs into his skin. A small gasp leaves Bruce's mouth. Suddenly, she stops.

"Did I hurt you?" She says, always careful.

He shakes his head, "No, keep going…" Now, it sounds like begging, and he would feel pathetic for it otherwise, yet he knew she wouldn't judge him for it.

Selina gets a sure look in her eye, "Okay." she says, softly-spoken, the edges of her mouth upturned as two of her lengthy nails graze down his chest this time. Shivers fill his frame, the good kind that leave his mind achingly wanting more as soon as possible. God, the pain feels so goddamn good… He loves it.

"That feel good?" She asks, and he doesn't even hesitate to nod. "That's good, you're doing wonderful, baby." Now she scratches down again with a third claw, making light yet still visible scratches down his front from the bottom of his neck. Again, it fills that satisfactory masochistic need for pain. Still, she continues while he simultaneously kisses her chin, the edge of her jaw and the apple of her cheek. Nails claw down his chest to the beginning of the shadow of his v-line and he barely bites back a moan at the contact.

"Selina…" Her name sounds so desperate on his tongue, becoming a burning need for her, more, delicately touching her body beneath the leather, treating it with the care it should be.  

"Yes, baby?" Knots tie in his stomach as they do whenever she calls him that, enjoying that pet name more than he imagined possible.

He wets his lips, swallowing, "I need you…" Bruce admits openly, vaguely. His eyes stare down at the zipper of her leather bodysuit, letting one of his hands fall to rest against one of her shoulders. Selina's eyes move to meet where his gaze falls, immediately catching on.

She pulls down the zipper as she also unhooks the top collar part, undoing the belt area once she reaches there and he helps her, occasionally brushing skin while doing so. The article of clothing slides off easier than he anticipated once all of the initial guards have dropped revealing a red bra lined with black lace, straps fitting lopsided on her shoulders. Then, he notices dark freckles across Selina's bare shoulders. Smiling fondly, he kisses them gently, hearing her hum happily in his ear, grip tightening around him significantly. Comfort runs through his veins, being this close. Desire burns through his whole body at their proximity growing higher by the second, the longer her eyes linger on him with a hint of that cute smirk that makes him melt.

Bruce's hands, unsteadily yet still functional, move behind her to unclasp her bra before setting it down behind her on the bed's surface.

"You're pretty good at that." She knowingly parrots his first words to her when he caught her stealing the first time.

"Guess I got lucky." 

Selina smiles, "Sure did." Her lips envelop him as they fall into rhythm of intense, breath-taking kisses with little time between each one. Carefully, she bites on his lower lip as their tongues brush one another, feeling warmth transfer flawlessly, an addicting feeling being in sync with someone. Now they're captivating each other in a greedy chase. Breathing heavy, Bruce lowers his aim of kissing from her lips to her jaw, the center of her neck, and her chest as he leaves a line of sporadic kisses along her breasts, tracing them around. Her light cries of pleasure encourage him further; giving her the preferential treatment she deserves like a goddess. So she knows that she's more than just another victim of this city, in fact, she's not one at all. Selina's resilient, strong, calculated, compassionate and confident like Aphrodite. 

"Selina…" Bruce's voice became soft, vulnerable as it did every time he uttered her name. "You're perfect." He says, staring at those mesmerizing eyes. "Your body is beautiful…" His murmurs are sweet, something new in his voice he doesn't think comes out all that often to just anyone. Everything he tells her is honest, because it's true. "So flawless." His words aren't as quiet as most times, mainly because he isn't unsure about them. They're undoubtedly true. Selina's fingers grip into his hair as he peppers kisses on her bare chest. "You're worth so much more than just being eye candy, Selina…you know that?" He tells her. "You deserve to be cherished."

She buries her fingers in his hair, gripping at it with her breath hitching above where he leans his head down, "Bruce…" It still feels so different hearing his name from her lips now, but he likes it. Especially that she matches his tone when he speaks her name. "Oh…" Selina whines lightly. Then she adjusts herself, to slide down her black spanx to her ankles. All of her is exposed and Bruce can't help but stare, feeling slightly pathetic as he sits there looking at her — lips parted open as he thinks about what he's supposed to do now. She's perfect, every inch, in every way and he's sitting here with his mouth dropped open looking like a fool.

"I want you to touch me, right now, think you can handle that?"

No hesitation at all. "Yeah." 

Selina grips his wrist with that pretty smile of hers with her lip gloss shining in the lamplight of his room making him surge forward to quickly kiss her in a rush. A tiny wispy giggle escapes her mouth as she moves his hand from her abdomen down to the top of her folds. First, he slides a finger in just to test things out, considering he's never done this before. Selina's breathy exhale has him weak, now Bruce needs to hear more. He wants nothing more than for her to say his name again.

"How does that feel?" He asks.

A small pause calms down the pressure in his heart at this moment, "Good…" she catches her breath, chest rising and falling rhythmically. "Move it to the left a little, please…" So, he does as she says and hears a perfectly euphoric moan. "Oh yes, right there! Again, Bruce, please…" Then he curls his finger in the same place, causing her thighs to hike up the bed with a sudden jolt. Her legs twitch, a fire lit up in her eyes and he can't take his eyes away from the sight of her marvelous dark eyes. They've enchanted him right from the start.

Again, he thrust his finger again in that same spot, hearing her respond in a string of beautifully exuberant whines that sets a heat coursing through his veins now. Bruce's well aware he's hard, but that's the least of his concern right now. It's all about hearing Selina scream out his name; suddenly the desire overcomes him as he sets in another finger carefully. "Oh, Bruce…" There it is, a start, mildly loud with her voice quivering, just on the precipice of the edge into yearning.

"You're doing great…" He says to her, voice soft, encouraging and tender. "Are you ready for more?" Bruce asks, taking a second to pause. Watching as she pants in slight exertion, half-lidded eyes focused on him — for a second he relishes in her pleading gaze.

"Yes…" she replies urgently, quickly after his question.

Then, a third finger goes in easily as if he were more experienced with this type of thing instead of just doing it for the first time; Selina throws her head back with a plea of, "Oh, fuck Bruce!" That grew much louder than the last, so he gladly rubs his fingers around her clit. She's gripping his shoulder so hard her nails are piercing his skin, yet he couldn't care less since the pain burns with a satisfying fever. Incoherent moans pour from her lips like waves. Bruce cradles his other hand along the inner edge of her thigh. "Oh, Vengeance…" she cries pleasantly, the nickname natural to her — becoming a term of endearment.

One that he likes especially coming from her.

Selina's eyes turn to his as she studies his reaction, biting one side of her mouth twisted in a satisfied beam.

It's working incredibly well as he continues circling his fingers around inside her, hearing gentle noises flow from her in response. He can tell she's close. From the desperation in her grip holding his shoulders taut, her hurried breaths, the way her legs tighten around his wrist and how wet she's become now. That accomplishment excites Bruce, bearing a smile on his face.

"You're doing perfect…" Gravel slips into his voice automatically, as if the call of that nickname pulled it out of him from the depths. "Good girl." he says with the same tone and pitch again, seeing how her eyes soften and zero in on Bruce like he's the center of the world.

"Right here…" she whispers breathily, pointing between her thighs. "Kiss me right here…" Selina calmly requests of him. 

Bruce, of course, follows through with her instructions by pressing his lips against her clit, leaning his body down as he snakes a hand further along the underside of her thigh for balance. Now Selina arches her back, tangling her fingers in his hair — nails massaging circles into his scalp. Nothing in Bruce's life ever compared to this high leaving him breathless in a good way. Her presence brings peace; warmth permeating around inside the pit of his stomach that he welcomes. He licks a stripe up the center of her vulva.

"Don't stop, baby…" she says, words dripping with lustful need. Something Bruce isn't about to just deny. That isn't in his vocabulary with her, she's unlocked something carnal in him.

So, he keeps going — kissing her clit before teasing it with his tongue, lightly panting against her thighs. It's messy, yet gratifying with the increasing tightness in his black boxers. Her continued cries of pleasure motivate him further. Selina's legs come to rest on his shoulders perfectly as she inches herself up closer — her leather boots still on, ones that show up in all his lingering thoughts of her when she was away. Bruce pictured her in every pair he spotted in public only to be disappointed every time. Not anymore. No, she's right here again…

Instead, he gets to enjoy how the rough material feels against his skin.

He's buried himself in her; mouth worshipping every single part as he licks around her labia and sucks on her clit bringing Selina to orgasm in how loudly she moans out as her legs brace around the sides of his neck. 

She tastes sweet, yet paired with an addicting tanginess that he can't get enough of as he goes in for more relentlessly. Though Selina embraces it in how her fingers grasp at his hair, inviting him closer. They're inseparable completely at this point.

It lasts for several more minutes that Bruce savors deeply until Selina pulls his head up from her, breath heavy with a gorgeous smile hanging on her lips.

"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" She says, that giddy grin on her face already revealing her answer.

Bruce nods, leveling himself up to her in an upright sitting position on his knees, "Yeah." he says, still unbelievably taken by her. "It was." 

"Glad we're on the same page, baby." She replies, putting both her hands on either of his shoulders. "Gotta say, I haven't had genuine enjoyment like that in a while from someone who actually appreciates me and my body in a positive way like that."

That fact makes Bruce sad that others only view her as something pretty to look at with desire — prickling his skin like it did when he saw the world through her contact lenses. 

"I'm sorry about that." He instinctively apologizes out of habit.

Selina gazes at him with fond kindness, "No need to be sorry, it's not your fault, just another facet in this shithole of a city." She says, holding onto his hand quickly flexing her fingers through to rest between his knuckles. 

Then, he tenses at her word choice, a shiver traveling down his spine, "It's a work in progress." 

"I see that." She replies earnestly and after that it's dropped, with the silent meaningful promise in his squeezing of her palm as he lightly kisses her ring finger.

Bruce admires her freckles running across her nose that he notices while staring at her this close, "I meant every word that I said about you." 

"I know." Selina leans in, dropping her eyes down to his mouth then lower to his chest. "You're not so bad yourself either, Wayne, you're nothing like what I thought you might be."

Curiosity gets the better of Bruce, "And what's that?" He wonders casually.

"You know…" she starts out, in thought as if considering the question. "An arrogant asshole who thinks the world owes him everything, just like every other elite name out there." Selina answers, not bringing any offense to him — obviously, how could she not question a man such as himself who seemingly to the public rarely ever showed his face? Avoiding the responsibilities to hide out in his safe ivory tower. It's a fair assessment. He understands why. Maybe he did have that approach for a while because he doubted what he could do as Bruce Wayne, because the only change that pulled any weight was charging out as Batman with reckless abandon. Now he knows that's not the only way to bring Gotham from the brink.

"Fair enough." 

"I thought I'd feel so much more betrayed when it turned out to be you, but I just figured, what does it matter who you are? You're still the man that saved my life in more ways than one, even if we might have certain conflicting ideals." Selina explains that Bruce intently listens — paying close attention to every word. "No need to worry about anything, my lips are sealed."

Bruce nods, "I know that, and I trust you." That runs deeper than she probably knows, even so quickly — it just felt right somehow. Almost like fate. Even though he has trouble believing in it, stemming from what he'd been put through so early in his life. "I've never felt this way about anyone before, so fast, I've always been so closed off." 

"One of the lucky few, I see." She says, slipping on her bra again, almost seeming as if she's ready to retreat to another high value score when she moves to zip up her bodysuit.

"You know, you can stay til the morning if you'd like." He tries not to sound as if he's pleading for her to stay, but it's hard to stave off the need in his voice. Though he places a hand gingerly on her wrist, causing her eyes to flicker over to him. At least she doesn't shy away from his hold once taking notice. 

Selina examines him, contemplating the offer, "Well, since you asked so nicely, then, why not?" She says, keeping her eyes trained on his face again. "Might as well take advantage of the whole opportunity." 

"Happy to provide." Bruce obliges, with audible excitement in his voice at the thought of her staying here in his arms for a while longer.