"You know, that's not an easy question..." Selina smiled against his skin, breathing Bruce in a little as her body shifted underneath his touch.
Selina had realised a few things during the day. Mainly that she really hadn't considered what being in a relationship with Bruce would be like, not completely at least. Amalfi seemed a million miles away from Wayne Manor, from the cave that he'd shown her, his tools, the side of his home that she'd never seen. His secrets seemed bigger now, and more real. Just over a week ago they'd been saturated by sunlight and long warm nights. Now she could hear the rain falling outside, tapping against the window. The dreary Gotham summer a constant reminder of where she was, and how far she'd come over the past eight months.
Bruce was warm and Selina found herself wrapping around him, her legs draped across his, her arm placed over him and her palm tracing out delicate circles on his chest. Part of her didn't want to know, and didn't want to ask. They felt balanced delicately, perhaps adding weight to her concerns would make her skittish - but inside Selina couldn't deny the need to question him, the want that hung inside of her. It was strange to be placed in a position where it seemed he was quite prepared to tell her everything within reason.
She'd spent so long hiding from Bruce Wayne, from Batman - and she supposed that in a way he'd been doing the same, that it felt exciting, dangerous to be able to ask him things. Selina hummed to herself for a moment, her hand laying still on his chest, her fingers gently tracing the scar she'd left so many years ago as she thought carefully. There was so much she needed to know, that she wanted to know. Damian was at the forefront of her mind, his son. Talia, the mother of his son. It made something inside of Selina sting. She could wait a little to ask about that situation - break herself in gently, so to speak.
"When did you figure me out? Was I really that obvious?"