He couldn't help it. The brush of her lips against his made him shiver, and somewhere in his brain, he cursed the involuntary response, the weakness that gave away his desire. It took every ounce of his considerable willpower not to return and deepen that kiss, but he didn't pull again, and his hands slid down her arms to rest loosely on her waist.
'Things have changed', she said. What did that mean for them? Could there ever even be a them? There was no time or place for such questions or considerations in Batman's life, but there had always been a part of him - the real him, whomever that was - that longed for something more.
His lips brushed against hers when he spoke. "That would be - " Terrifying? Wonderful? A disaster?