Re: Wayne Manor: destiny/steph.
No thrill. [Things were going to be thrilling soon enough as Gotham always was and maybe not thrilling would be an actual vacation. None of this he said though, not once she stepped into his space and clung to him. He got it right. There's another curl of his lips as his arms draw her up tight and he presses his nose into her hair, knowing that it's blonde, but smelling the shampoo and conditioner she used, and the remnants of the city on the strands.
It's a dangerous territory here, holding her like this, the impulse to let his mouth form into a kiss and press it to her crown. Every step down this path carried the weight of the past and what he could not do, but it didn't stop him from reaching up to touch something that wasn't the paper his fingertips were used to, but the lazy waves of hair down her back. A stroke became two, then three, and then he stopped counting to simply hold her for a little while longer.]