Bruce knew it was a nice car. He had built it. It was the latest in a series of progressively nice cars he was particularly fond of for sentimental and practical reasons - also, they were just damn cool. "Glad you approve," he grinned.
Taking her hands, he ran a thumb over the finer skin between her thumb and forefinger, watching the movement. "I couldn't think of a better way to tell you," he confessed. "I thought at least here we could have time to ourselves to talk, without distractions; if we could just get away from Gotham, we could just be people for awhile." Bruce looked at her eyes to see if she was following him. "I had my reasons for keeping it secret, but I'm glad you know now. I know what it was doing to you - what I was doing - I just wasn't strong enough to walk away from you." He smile softly. "I do have some weaknesses."
His head dropped, hearing her say that she loved him. Closing his eyes, it was like someone had been closing their hand around his heart and only now releasing their grip. The weight came off his shoulders and he took a deep breath as he lifted his face to hers again.
"Not everything," he whispered roughly. Cupping her cheek, Bruce pulled her closer to kiss her, deep and invitingly, his other hand sliding around the back of her neck. Keeping it short, he pressed his lips to her forehead, eyes closed, just breathing.