Re: Hotel: Selina & Robert
[The hand down her back, that made the kitty cat hold her breath a moment. She wasn't sure when she'd last been soothed that way. The last version of this man? Probably, because Bruce wasn't soothing. Oh, the Bat was a lot of things, but she wouldn't count being soothing among their number.
Her fingers didn't still in their journey along rumpled fabric, and there was even something soothing in that. In the perpetual way he was undone, unkempt. Too many things changed, and the kitty cat had come to appreciate the things that didn't. It was maudlin, and it was terribly quaint, but there was nothing for it, and it wasn't as if she was admitting it aloud anyway.
He frowned, spoke, and she stepped away and slid her hand into his. Tug, until she sat back on the stairs that led down into the lobby, fifth step, and she looked up at him.] No, he wouldn't shut you out, Robert. That place belonged to both of you. I just don't know how we get down there. I'd bet my whip you could get in, but even if you use a submersible, how do you get from the sub to the door?
[She let go his hand, and she glanced at the space beside her on the stair. An invitation, and she rubbed her forehead.] Remind me never to let Tony build something underwater again. [She looked up at him.] If you were building an entrance for yourself. If you and Tony were creating a lab beneath the bay, from scratch, how would you do it?