It was true that that Selina had always noticed something off about Bruce. From their first meeting she had been suspicious of him, at first she'd not trusted him simply because of his money and influence. Bruce Wayne had a swagger all of his own, and Selina hated men that commanded attention like he did – but there had been something in his eyes, she remembered it well. Over several years, at several events, she recalled seeing him talking to people, his face animated, his smile typically jovial but his blue eyes steely, elsewhere. Almost as if his mind had been preoccupied. She knew now why he'd been that way. Before Amalfi she'd come to the conclusion that Bruce Wayne was just a great deal more serious than anyone knew, if only it'd been that simple...
“Well most of the time I just wanted to be outside. I spent most of my mid twenties staring out of windows longingly – though you probably noticed.” Selina nodded to herself breathing in deeply. She smelt like sandalwood, clean and masculine. It was a perfume that Selina liked on herself, really preferring colognes to any scent many would consider more suitable. Florals had never done it for her, and even in her every day life she preferred Bleu De Chanel to anything else.
“None of us can ever live up to the image we present. I understand that.” She replied softly. Just as Bruce Wayne was a mask, so was Selina Kyle. The real Selina was so much less perfect, much more sensitive. But just as she knew Bruce was so much more, she knew he thought the same of her. “We all wear masks Bruce, some are just a little more transparent than others.”
“Atticus Finch is my hero, you know.” Selina smiled. “Claude made me read it when I was about fifteen....I...It was a long time ago.” Selina tailed off. Mentioning Claude, her mentor, the man along with Ted Grant that had changed her life caused her to shudder gently beside Bruce. It was if a ghost had walked straight through her.
“I can imagine a lot of people have a hard time saying no to Tony,” Selina changed the subject as Bruce continued to speak, her voice playful and light as the last of the shampoo drained from her hair. She raised her hands to squeeze it out, twisting her dark hair into a knot around her fist the water dripping down the curve of her back. “I mean, you were wearing something really special last night, I was wearing a silver bikini for Christ's sake....” Selina grinned to herself recalling Bruce's shorts and loud t-shirt. Tony was a good friend to him though, that much was certain. Between he and Kal, she was almost sure she had nothing to worry about. Well – almost nothing.
“As long as he knocks, it's humid tonight..” Selina couldn't help but raise an eyebrow “I really don't want to frighten him.”
As Bruce moved to kiss her Selina twisted a little his arms, her body moving closer to his. The combined heat of his body and the water running over them relaxed her and she draped her arms over his shoulders, her own hands running through his hair.
“Good to know, Mr Wayne.” Selina spoke breathlessly she she pried her lips away from his, her voice equally as quiet. “I suppose it's lucky for you that I'm here to provide a choice.”