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. (spacecowboys) wrote in rooms,

Re: [loft: bruce/selina]
[The locks were old and numerous, and she'd been sitting in a chair reading, a tumbler of bourbon on the long window's ledge. It wasn't that she didn't trust Gotham but, well, she didn't trust Gotham.

Dressed in black leggings and a grey tunic, hair loose and wavy, still too thin and she wasn't exactly shiny black and cat's ears as she opened the door. She smiled when she saw him, familiar and lush, and she tugged the door wide and motioned in past the messy kitchen and to the space beyond. Honestly? She wasn't sure he'd be able to live with this mess; it wasn't exactly Wayne Manor. But she was fond of it, oddly enough, after a year of much better places.]

[A sway of hips as she moved away from the door.] Want a drink? [Nervous? Her? Never.]