Re: [Ballroom]
He watched her, dark gaze taking in each moment of consideration while his lips twitched in amusement. However slow she claimed he might have been, Bruce knew she was only teasing. Upon further reflection he realized he couldn't remember ever actually seeing her angry, at least not at him, and he ignored the prickling discomfort in the back of his mind that didn't quite agree. "I do know how much you hate being bored," he conceded. "Which makes it all the more meaningful when I arrive to save you from your boredom." Oh, he knew all about an inability to sit still. He liked doing things, liked feeling effective or, at the very least, alive in a way few could understand.
Had he wanted someone shallow, someone superficial, there was certainly no shortage of women to choose from. But she wasn't like any of them, not one, and he never questioned his own innate understanding of why she was with him. No, Selina wasn't interested in his money, or his fame, or even who he was when he put on the cowl. He was lucky, he knew that, and while he didn't say it often he did say it. "Convince you?" He repeated her challenge back to her, mock thoughtful, a subtle shuffle of feet that brought him against her while maintaining the illusion of dancing. "You can charge me in other ways," he teased. "Money is so boring, don't you think?"
Her playful accusation of his lies made him laugh, the sound drawing a few glances before those gathered returned to their own conversations. "Fortunately, Ms. Kyle, I have other qualities to make up for my lack of honesty." It didn't bother him, really. Nothing did. And a man who dressed up like a bat to fight what little crime existed certainly didn't play by the rules all the time.
Supporting her weight practically took no effort at all, and he certainly didn't mind. He wasn't concerned about who might see, nor was he worried about what might or might not end up in the papers the next day. If they were making a scene, if this sort of heat and intensity was better suited to behind closed doors, he didn't care. "Diamonds," he breathed, "are a means to an end. Mollification. This is different because there are no ulterior motives. It's what I want."