Chinatown Apt: Robert/Selina
Bruce slept more since returning from Gotham than he'd done in a long time. It'd been what felt like months of stress, although it was more only weeks, and he was just so tired. Eventually he woke up and contacted everyone, went through the motions of being a person again, but he packed up his knapsack just in case. It was on the chair by the bed, an emergency kit he always kept on stand by in case he needed to bail. Any thought of that was temporarily stopped after talking with Tony. It was on the back burner for another conversation.
He was out temporarily when she came in, and surprised when he stepped inside the bedroom to see her curled there. Concern shot through him first, and Bruce checked to make sure she was breathing, that it was exhaustion that put her out more than anything else. He could see the dirt and wear and touched her hair gently. Guilt and regret warred inside of him, he was more sorry than he could say, but he remembered the advice he was given. Mingled with the knowledge that showing and not telling was the true way to express care. Maybe he was going to be more like her for once, and show when he couldn't say anything.
He carefully lifted her from the foot of the bed, not wanting to jostle or wake her up, and she was skinny, alarmingly skinny. Bruce put her under the blankets and he'd worried about getting her in cleaner clothes and the dirt she trekked in at a later time. Right now what she needed to be was warm and comfortable and safe. He'd have to see the gouges later and scratches. He'd be the doctor then. For now he tucked her in and pressed a feather soft kiss to the top of her head.
Bruce went grocery shopping. He had a very scant amount of food in his apartment since he usually got take out, but he needed to take care of her. Feeding her was top of the list after she got more rest. He didn't know exactly what type of food she liked so he got a variety, although he started with the basics since she might not be able to stomach everything right away. He got her a second set of clothing, just a simple type like the one she was wearing only clean and new, and placed it on the bed for when she woke up. He bought an extra towel for her in the bathroom and even a spare toothbrush; not because he assumed anything, but in case she needed it.
He didn't know how long it'd been since she last ate so he had to be careful with proteins, but he made scrambled eggs, toast, and sliced fresh strawberries for her. It wasn't the prettiest presentation, but it would have to do, and he set it on the desk next to the bed for when she woke up. After that, Bruce settled down in that same chair that became a constant for him. He would be there as long as she slept, the food maybe needed to be heated up later on, but for now it was ready and that's what mattered. He watched her out of the corner of his eye and read Great Expectations for the 40th time. It cleared his mind.