He'd wanted to pull away, but she did it first, and the separation was painful on an almost physical level. Bruce cut himself off from it and shoved it away somewhere where it wouldn't distract him, focusing on getting his breathing back to normal and his pulse rate down to its usual speed. She shouldn't affect him that much, dammit, it wasn't right that he should be moved by her as much as he was, and yet...
Her words stopped his own train of thought. They were his words. Looking at Selina, trying to see if there was more to what she was saying than the simple answer, Bruce watched as she stepped further away from him again.
And he followed. Just one step, then another - Bruce saw the emotion flaring up in her eyes, saw it filling her body, and this time when he grabbed her, it was intentional and with both hands on her biceps.
Looking down into the emerald depths of her eyes, his expression never changed, but his voice was somehow softer, more affectionate, although no less Batman's. "You've always been better than this, Selina," he told her. "All the good and noble parts of you, that is who you are, Selina - you don't need the rest."