Re: Near the entrance: Bat/Cat
Selina didn't believe in higher powers, and she didn't believe in fate. Both seemed like frivolous things in a life lived in Gotham's slums, and prayers had never been part of her childhood; they certainly weren't part of her adulthood. So, she didn't think this was anything preordained stumbling into this particular someone on these steps. No, she thought it was just her luck, and why shouldn't she get being mortified over with early?
There was a second, just one, where she couldn't figure out how to play this. Her hands stayed still on his chest, fingers splayed against that tieless white and grey. A beat, two beats, and she looked up at his face and wondered when he'd stopped shaving. She stared. And she? She remembered exactly how long it had been since she'd seen him. Days, weeks, months, and she'd wondered once how he stayed away so easily when she had such a hard time with it.
Three beats, four beats, and she finally gave him a smile that was part comfortable tease, part uncertainty. "Forget your reflexes, Mr Wayne?" she asked, because his hand was still frozen where he'd reached out to steady her, never making it and, she thought, unwilling to touch her.
She took a step back, giving him room, remembering her multitude of promises not to chase him, not to make this more awkward than it needed to be. But her cheeks were red, and there was still longing in her features as she looked past his shoulder to where the lights twinkled in defiance of Gotham's darkness. "They look beautiful, don't they?" she asked of the bride and groom, who were just visible if she craned to look for them. It was a safe topic, she thought, and surely she could make it through a few sentences of conversation without making a complete fool of herself.
Unthinking, she smoothed his lapel where she'd flipped it up with her fingers. "Leaving so soon?" A pause. "My fault?"