The way her uttered her name was like music to her ears. Selina didn't waiver though, her gazed still fixed, a grin crossing her lips. It was a grin of understanding, acknowledgement. The feel of his hand on her waist, not tight or forceful cemented it. It almost felt stabilising. She hadn't realised until that moment how much she enjoyed him saying her name. Her real name. Selina remembered the first time he'd used it. She supposed it had been for him to gain leverage but she'd never let it bother her. So he knew who she was? Big deal. She was just glad it was him and not someone who wanted her dead.
In response to the movement of his arm, her own gloved hand reached up, a single finger trailing around the shape of his jawline. Stoic, stone like. All she ever got from him were flickers of a deeper emotion, like ripples on a lake. The same part of her that enjoyed pouring over schematics and finding flaws in blue prints wanted to look at him, look at his face under that mask and work him out. Somewhere inside Batman's head there was a safe, and all it needed was someone to unlock it.
Selina's mind raced. She should stop now. She should take a step back. She should think of Selina. Think of Bruce Wayne. Think of everything she had achieved the last half a year. The truth was, she'd come back to Gotham a wealthy woman - a changed woman. Rich enough to leave the petty thefts alone, rich enough to buy the jewels she'd once stolen. Open her own museum even...but she still craved the rooftops. She still craved the chase and the excitement. Here she was, all but ready to turn over a new leaf and she still wanted him to chase her. She wondered if he'd be happy. She wondered how she would tell him that he'd known her better than she'd like to admit.
Slowly Selina leaned in, closer to the edge of his cowl, to his ear. Her lips trailed up the side of his face - her body now pressed against his own.