Re: Chinatown Apt: Robert/Selina
He wasn't sure if it was okay either, it just seemed like the thing to say. Or maybe the hope that some version of okay could eventually happen for her. Bruce thought maybe she was getting there, maybe, but now it was backsliding so fast. He had to accept she was going to flee, and if he could give her this first before she did, at least he was helping instead of hurting. At her mumble he didn't know why exactly the two were compared, but if she felt that way, she did. "I know," he agreed. At the time he was just relieved to have her there. And he stopped her by words, he couldn't imagine putting his hands on her in that way. An abused child of an abused mother? Too many bad memories.
His hand ran through her hair, over her back, comforting soothing touches, letting her know he was there and solid and she could lean on him. She signed up for the mild mannered scientist, she signed up for the rock that gave her what no one else did. He murmured more to her, things that she couldn't make out or he didn't know what he was saying, but it was in that gentle rumbling tone. She sobbed on him and he let her pour it out. Maybe like a lot of wounds it needed to be purged in order to start healing.
She was heavy in his arms, signaling her exhaustion, and he knew after a cry like that all someone would need was recovery and some more sleep. He'd done it himself, the first time he gave up entirely. After he put the gun in his mouth and nothing came of it, when the realization hit him there was no out, he sobbed like he was a child again and there was no fixing it, there was nothing for him left. So he understood. She mumbled about not wanting to be moved before, so he was going to ask her first this time. "Let me put you back in bed, okay? You can sleep some more." He still had that soft tone, reassuring. The problem was she destroyed his sheets, but he had a spare blanket at least, she could use that.