It was unnerving to her how quickly she was starting to become used to how he was, his behaviour, mannerisms - Selina accepted them because from time to time she could be the same way. It seemed to her like both sides could happily merge into the Bruce she was beginning to see more and more. Of course the playboy Brucie became almost lost to her in moments like this, he was darker and much more intense. His home reflected that - especially now that she knew what he was hiding. The manor had always been a place of beauty for her. When she was a child it felt like Xanadu. The beautiful, untouchable, almost mythical house on the hill. The stunning home of the Waynes. The first time she'd visited, a party many years ago, she was surprised how old and untouched everything felt. Almost as if she could turn a corner and expect Bruce's parents to be there. Now she understood why; and it filled her with a type of strange sadness.
As he spoke, it dawned on Selina how much she preferred his natural tone. It was somewhere between Batman and the Bruce she'd spent years talking and flirting with. He sounded warm and as he spoke Selina closed her eyes, remembering the scars, feeling his fingers tracing over the biggest one that remained, the incident itself.
"It was a fire in a mob munitions set up." She replied, wondering if he'd ever gotten to bottom of how she'd suffered the injuries. "They also happened to keep their safe on premises. Things got a little....carried away." Selina tensed a little. It was ridiculous that she should feel so conscious of her own scars when he had so many more of his own. "An explosion, or three."
"-- and I remember that night. The museum. I sold the gold and jade statue of Bastet for quite the pretty penny you realise." Selina remembered the chase fondly, back in those days it really had been a chase - he'd come within a whisker of catching her. It was a strangely fond memory to recall. She couldn't help but smile to herself, knowing where she was now, wrapped up beside him. Batman had finally caught her after all.
Her smile fading, Selina thought again. Knowing the inevitable would have to be asked. It was like ripping off a band aid, in a way. A really sensitive band aid.
"Do you mind if I ask about Damian. I --" She thought for a second, considering the best way to phrase the question without sounding like she was picking the issue to shreds. "Did you have any idea before?" She paused for a second, her tone a little nervous, " -- That you could have a son with Talia?"