"It's a special occasion," Bruce murmured, smirking back faintly. Nice was really the only word he dare use. He was cautiously hopeful. Warily optimistic. Nervous, but possibly even happy. All things that were so unlike him, he was irritated on principle, so he was trying not to have expectations but even though there were so many obstacles to overcome, the idea that things might actually change for the better and where that could lead, thrilled him.
Clark would be annoyingly giddy about this if he found out.
Part of him wanted to protest when she moved away, even though it was only a little. The other part was relieved, because as iron clad as his will was, he wasn't made of stone. And the way she smelled would linger with him for a long while.
Nodding, he said, "Understandable." He needed time, too. Time to think when he wasn't inhaling her scent and didn't have her body molded to his. Time to let her return sink in and for him to process everything.
Time for her to change her mind or decide she was serious.
Leaning in close to let his lips run along her cheek to her ear, he rumbled, "You've always been a good woman at heart, Selina. Whatever else you've been, nothing changes that." Stepping away from her abruptly, he moved to the edge of the roof, keeping his eyes on her. He wanted to remember her long after he was gone, it had been so long since he'd seen her.
"I'm not going anywhere," he reminded her, the corner of his mouth curling in a smirk the second before he jumped off the roof.