Re: Chinatown Apt: Robert/Selina
Normally, she would've woken right up when he moved her. Gotham was vigilance, and no one stayed alive there by sleeping soundly through the night. Gotham slept with one eye open, and Selina was no exception. Normally, she would've woken up swinging, hiss and claws, and it was an indication of how many days she'd gone without sleep, the fact that she didn't even flutter her lashes.
She slept through his return. She slept through the cooking. She slept through the scent of food making her stomach turn over on itself. She slept, and he would certainly need to reheat the food. She thrashed, nightmares. And she had moments so still that only the rise and fall of her chest indicated the continuation of life.
And then, like someone surfacing from a great and murky depth, she began to wake. Twitch and murmur and sounds of refusal. She didn't want to go back. But there was no fighting wakefulness, not when her brain roused itself.
She opened mossy green eyes that were still red-lined exhaustion, and she looked at him, sitting there in that chair. She still wasn't sure she wanted to be there, still wasn't sure she wanted to be there with him. A thousand possible greetings popped into her mind, most of them questions. Is Tony alive? Is Helena alive? Is the Bat alive? Is Damian alive? Have they found Ra's? Have you talked to Ra's again? Is Dickie paralyzed? Has Jay killed anyone else?
All those questions, and she blinked them away sleepily and rolled onto her side, an attempt to read the book's title, which ultimately meant nothing to her. "Why do you read that?"