Who: Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle What: There's a time for masks, and now is not the time. Selina needs to feel safe, so she heads for the other fortress of solitude. Where: Wayne Manor, Gotham When: Tuesday, July 2nd, Evening. Rating: TBA
It'd been a while since Selina had last set foot in the manor. She'd knocked at the back door as always and Alfred had allowed her to enter – making her a customary Café au lait and allowing her to find a place to wait. Bruce, he explained, was out at the office. It was always hit or miss on a late afternoon as to here she would find him and she wanted the element of surprise. This time it hadn't worked exactly in her favour; but none the less she would wait for him. She enjoyed snooping, it was in her nature and she'd never been one to fight it. Somehow, wandering through the halls after sipping at her coffee, she found herself back in a room she hadn't seen for a quite some time. Bruce's study.
It smelt like furniture polish and leather, shelves filled with books and old photographs. She studied one intently – a handsome man, hair slicked back, warm smile on his face. He posed with a beautiful woman who might have passed for a movie star; sparking eyes and an excellent complexion. They looked happy, The Waynes – truly happy, no fake smiles or posing. Her own soft smile made her eyes wrinkle as she quickly remembered something else that was placed carefully in the room – a record player and a whole case of vinyl. A record player and a song that had stirred something deep inside and had made her want some of the normalcy in in her life that she thought could only be found in old photographs.
It didn't take long to pick out music, a couple of records lay in her lap as she sat cross legged and barefoot on the rug in front of the player. Holding one in her hands, she looked over the back carefully, using a finger to pop the top button on her midnight blue silk shirt, brushing a few stray hairs from her eyes.
Humming along to the sweet tune, her own tone several octaves above the deep and dusky voice of Sinatra, Selina closed her eyes and waited, her breathing slow and steady and for the first time in weeks, possibly months, she felt a sense of contentment wash over her.